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For once, Skip was not scared to death. They look human enough, and in any case, all they have are those big swords.
He walked towards the lieutenant making broad geastures with his arms while he spoke.
"Hey there, guys, look, there's no need for those weapons, you know. I'm sure we can talk things out. I'd offer you all a beer, but there ain't no innkeeper to be seen. I'm Skip, by the way. You can put down those swords now, you and your men. Come on, tell Skip what's on your mind, while we watch the pretty lights those two are making..."
While he spoke, his hand slid under his cloak to gripped the shortsword, but the lieutenant seemed not to notice.
Much to the Gith's confusion, Skip put his left hand around his neck as he came to stand beside him, still chattering away, looking at the others.
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