Tadir perks up slightly at hearing Nedral's comments. He lets his chair rock forward to both feet and gets up to move to the chair next to her. Taking the seat, he looks her in the eyes.
"Slavers huh? Would you be interested in talking about your adventure a little bit? See if we can put a little story together for the paper?"
Tadir smiles hopefully at her. He gives a little jump as the door slams open and Serenla drags Shamad back into the bar, harrasing him even more than she was before.
The journalist chuckles and turns to the dunesfolk, lifting his glass in sympathy. "One of these might help." He turns back to Nedral.
"Well?"
"Slavers huh? Would you be interested in talking about your adventure a little bit? See if we can put a little story together for the paper?"
Tadir smiles hopefully at her. He gives a little jump as the door slams open and Serenla drags Shamad back into the bar, harrasing him even more than she was before.
The journalist chuckles and turns to the dunesfolk, lifting his glass in sympathy. "One of these might help." He turns back to Nedral.
"Well?"
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