Albert hesitated for a second, but if the mudokon knew who Cheddar was he obivously wasn't an industrial, he had to know something about the tribe, even if he hardly visited it.
Albert: "Yeah, Cheddar was probably the person most likely to survive the attack last night, we got out of there together. We stayed the night in a shelter we pulled together and slept there for the night. He's not far away, but he might not want to leave in case anyone else turns up."
Noticing the slig had climbed out of the pit, he slung his knife back in his belt and grabbed his bow, fitted an arrow and pointed it at the slig.
Albert: "YOU are going nowhere at the moment, slig." He turned back to Niamae. "If you walk down there," He motioned the bushes where he'd emerged from, "You should find Cheddar pretty wuickly. We've been hoping to find some survivors from yesterday." He gave the slig a murderous look.
Cheddar turned round quivkly. "Laskar? Of course its safe, unless you have a platoon of sligs on your heals. Do you think we'd be having a conversation in broad daylight if it wasn't?" He turned back to Berdor, "He thought he heard some voices so he went to see what was going on. He hasn't been gone long. Did you see any sign of anyone else? Alive or dead."
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