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Gilan looked up as the tent opened and Bargo entered, carrying the two prisoners' weapons.
Gilan rose to meet him with a smile, stumbling over the traditional mouth, brow, mouth greeting.
Bargo gave him an amused grin and deposited the weapons on the table.
He smoothly made the traditional greeting and Gilan grinned ruefully as he realised his clumsiness.
"These are all their weapons. Except Emily's spare darts and Edward's crossbow and bolts." He added and Gilan nodded his thanks.
"I better go take care of my guests. If you need anything just let me know." He said before giving the greeting again as he left.
Gilan moved to the table and divided Edward's weapons from his sister's.
He frowned as he came across the necklace.
This necklace closely resembled the Dun but it had wooden beads and was just a necklace rather than a potentially lethal weapon.
Problem was, he couldn't ask Bargo to get the right necklace as Emily would then guess that he was here, and behind her capture.
Bargo could confiscate the necklace on display without suspicion, but if he knew about another necklace than Emily would know about his presence here before he wanted her to.
On the other hand, he couldn't leave Emily with a weapon, especially one of that kind.
He frowned in thought. He either had to reveal himself or leave her with a weapon. Then he shrugged. Emily could use her underpants as a weapon if she wanted to. He would just have to hope she didn't decide to hurt anyone.

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Emily sat up straighter as she heard footsteps outside the tent.
She was fairly sure the footsteps belonged to Bargo, but she wasn't absolutely certain.
She was an expert at identifying someone just by the rhythm and gait. She could tell what mood they were in and what emotions they were feeling just by listening to the way they walked.
The tent opened and Bargo entered carrying two platters, the top one filled with steaming hot food.
Edward sat up straighter too and licked his lips as the delicious aroma filled his nostrils.
Bargo smiled at them and set the food down on a low coffee table.
The two captives stood up and approached the food as Bargo stepped back and allowed them room.
They sat on cushions around the table and Edward divided the food between the two plates.
He gave the bigger portion to Emily and then tucked into his own food hungrily.
Emily hesitated as she saw how little of the food Edward had given himself so that she could have more.
"Are you sure you don't want more?" she asked out of politeness, although she was secretly hoping he would refuse.
Edward hesitated. He was ravenous and tempted to take up Emily's offer of more food. He considered it, but shook his head (a trifle reluctantly, it has to be admitted).
Emily was relieved and she tucked in eagerly, checking herself and forcing herself to chew thoroughly.
Bargo watched the brief intercourse with interest.
He had never met a Scorpion who cared at all for anyone else but Edward seemed to care less about himself and his own comfort and more about Emily.
He made a mental note to test just how much he cared about her.
The captives were still eating and he slipped out to retrieve their gear.
Edward finished his food first and watched as Emily finished hers.
When she had he stacked the plates and poured Emily a cup of water.
She smiled gratefully and drank, then handed Edward the cup so he could drink.
"I wonder what they're going do to us." Emily mused thoughtfully.
Edward studied her, debating whether or not he should tell her of the traditions concerning Scorpions.
He decided in favour of telling her.
"Well, I'm not sure about you, but I know what is going to happen to me." He stated, and then carried on before Emily could ask. "They will decide a champion who will fight me in mortal combat with a sword. If I win I will have to fight the next person, if I don't win, well, it's mortal combat so…" He left the sentence hanging. There was no need to elaborate on what would happen if he didn't win the mortal combat.
Emily frowned, "You fight with a sword? I didn't know scorpions used swords." She said, slightly confused.
Edward sighed, "Exactly. We don't train with a sword, so we have little to no chance of winning. And, even if we do win, we just go up against the next best. If I keep having luck I'll just get more and more exhausted until I can barely lift my sword, while my opponent is always fresh. Eventually I'll die. I have no idea what will happen to you though." He added matter-of-factly.
Emily inclined her head, thinking about what Edward had just told her and brainstorming for a way to save him.
Then her ears pricked up as she heard Bargo's footsteps approaching again, this time heavier than they had been before.
"I wonder what Bargo's carrying?" she remarked absently.
Edward looked up at her, "Aye? Carrying something? How do you know that's even Bargo?" He asked.
Emily waved her hand dismissively, "Oh don't worry, it's nothing really." She said as she continued to listen.
The tent opened and Bargo entered, carrying their gear.
Emily looked at Edward with a raised eyebrow and he admitted defeat.
Bargo deposited the gear in between the two and asked for the darts, crossbows and bolts they had talked about.
They produced the requested items and handed them to Bargo then began to sort through the gear, checking that everything was in place.
Emily checked her first aid kit and realised she was running low on bandages. She only had one left and she knew she wouldn't be able to do Edward's shoulder with what she had.
"Can I have some bandages please Bargo?" she asked.
Bargo nodded. "Of course, what do you want them for?" he asked curiously.
Emily gestured to Edward and replied with the hint of a smile. "Edward carelessly dislocated his shoulder. It's quite badly bruised and I think the bone is fractured too."
Bargo frowned thoughtfully. "May I see?" he asked and Emily nodded.
Edward rose to his feet and backed away slowly. Emily stopped and put her hands on her hips, glaring at Edward.
"Behave yourself for goodness sake! We're here to help. Now, sit here and hold still." She commanded.
Edward bowed his head and submitted meekly, muttering "Sorry, Emily." as he knelt down where she had indicated.
She made him remove his shirt, showed Bargo the bruising and explained what she wanted to treat it.
Bargo nodded thoughtfully and did some prodding of his own.
"I'll be back soon." He said before hurrying away.
He returned a few minutes later with his own medical kit, and he and Emily chatted about different medical potions and herbs while they spread salves and ointments all over Edward's shoulder, and then put his arm in a sling and bandaged it to his side.
Then they helped Edward put his shirt back on and forgot about him while they talked about different herbs and ointments.
"What's this one?"
"That's a painkilling salve. It's derived from warm weed and very potent. I don't recognize this ointment."
They chatted for about an hour, exchanging tips for different injuries and learning about different herbs and extracts.
Eventually Edward interrupted.
"Hey, if you want to keep chatting can you go somewhere else to do it? The night's nearly over and it's going to be a tiring day tomorrow."
Emily and Bargo stopped and looked at him. Realizing he was right, they began to pack up their gear.
"Goodnight Emily, goodnight Edward. See you both in the morning." Bargo said as he exited the tent.
Emily paused to check her necklace was still hidden in her bag then, satisfied it was, she retired to her own tent and went to sleep.

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