"I don't like having outsiders in our midst," you tell her. "Even other steppe-dwellers have ways that are strange to us—they can never truly be trusted. I have extended our protection to Vanya until he can be reunited with his tribe, but I will be glad when that time comes."
"You have a wise head on your shoulders, I think," says Drazha. "Trust must be not only earned but also maintained. Those from other tribes, even under a guise of friendship so finely woven that they themselves believe it, will ultimately be striving to achieve their own goals, not ours. Remember that, and it will serve you well."
You drain your cup of wine and place it back on the table, before bidding Drazha good night and heading out once more into Tar-Domos.
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