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Rowe smiled and closed his eyes. "Not that I know of," he said and laid back on the cool stone flooring.

He relaxed his tired musceles and tried to rest. "I don't know where they went. I didn't get them all... They probably decided to flee since there was a sand storm around us... one must have got me..."

Koythina nodded to Rowe's logic. No creature would be insane enough to try to brave this storm. "You're both so tense." Koy stated. She wasn't at all tired, even if she had perviously been attacked. "Rest, I can keep watch for you."

Xheria sat back on her heels and sighed "You're right Koy." she chucked "We are very tense." She looked at Rowe with new eyes. She'd been so worried he would get himself killed, but here he was right in front her, alive. I worry too much she though to herself.

"So, Rowe, do you have any idea where we're going to go from here?" she asked hesitantly. They would need to rest for a short while, but the Raith would come back eventually. She really didn’t want to confront them again.

Koythina watched the two with keen interest, but she kept her ears sharp for any intruders. Her tounge repeatedly flicked through the air to taste it for any unusual scents.

Rowe moved to rest his back against the cave wall as he sighed. "We're heading to Arroes, there we will meet a contact who can safely smuggle you out of Arken... and away from the Raiths." He folded his strong arms across his chest. "And... I have to go back. At least, for a little while."