"I wouldn't worry too much," you say. "Like as not, they're just celebrating their victory after the battle. I would do the same."
"Perhaps," says Drazha, "though your father has never been one for excessive celebration. No, somehow I do not think that likely."
"In any case," says Kral, "what should we do now?"
"There's little we can do," you tell them, "save look to our own safety and wait for news of the battle. Return to your tents, all of you. Vanya—go with Kral. He will find you some lodging."
Kral nods and gestures for Vanya to go with him. When the two of them have gone, you begin to walk with Drazha toward the door of your yurt.
"It's wonderful to see you returned safely to Tar-Domos, dear nephew," she says, "however uncertain our future may seem. I'll take my leave of you now, if I may, but do seek me out if ever you wish to talk. I'm sure we will find much of interest to discuss."
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