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The twins looked rather hesitant, at putting their swords away, but Alae finally shrugged and slid Isan home, Alaerth following her lead. Alliene, her mother's flail a symbol of her power, did not, but held it in a non threatening way. She gave Arlyth a look,
"A translation would be appreciated so that we can work out an agreement with the kreen. This is the twin's forest after all, not yours." Alliene's vast intelligence had only grown over the centuries, and she could pick up any language within a day by listening to it and then the translation.
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