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EMANTAD:  My name is Emantad, I’m a merchant.  

THRASAN: Why do you need to see the king, then?

EMANTAD: My … my caravan was trying to avoid de war, and we went far nort’ and east into de desert.  

DRACONIAN: Dat’s dangerous a’right.

EMANTAD: T’was foolish … we got los’ in a sandstorm.  We los’ nearly everyt’ing, Wandered into de Desert o’ Deat’.

THRASAN: A wonder you’re still alive. But –

EMANTAD: Dat’s where we saw dem! Soarin’ o’erhead like a flock of gigantic bats, wit’ demon riders!

THRASAN: What?  What were they?

EMANTAD: Dragons, as God saves me.

DRACONIAN: Dragons.

EMANTAD: Aye. On’y myself and five o’ my comp’ny lef’, but we all saw dem.  Wit’ demon riders, flyin’ west!

THRASAN:  I’ll get you to see the king.

EMANTAD: T’ank you!

DRACONIAN: Oy –

THRASAN: Yeah?

DRACONIAN: I’m Mertean.

THRASAN: Bedik.