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The Gods have a strange sense of humor, she thought as she saw Varg being dragged inside camp surrounded by the Abinassa tribe's warriors.

"The bastard took a bite out of me!" complained the leader of the warriors who could be none other than Draven. He then looked at Mara. "We should throw the two n'wahs together into a holding pen!"

"You will do no such thing, Draven", said Ulvena calmly. "You may be the Ashkhan's son, but you are not the Ashkhan yet."

Draven gave her a stern glare. "Then what do you suggest we do with him?"

Ulvena turned to Mara. "My sweet, do you know this man?"

Mara overlooked Varg as he lied on the ground. He was bleeding from both leg and nose, his jaw was broken and he still had the blue socket she had given him earlier.

Varg came to his senses and took notice of Mara standing in front of him in a dirt brown robe. "M-Mara? What the hell are you doing here?"

She put her hands crossed over her chest. ''The bastard left me for dead. ''"If you are asking me you haven't teached him a lesson enough. Throw him into a holding pen for all I care."

Varg raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Mara?! Wait! I am..."

Draven pulled up a dreugh club and knocked the Nord unconscious in the back of his head. "That was for biting me in the shoulder, n'wah!"

Mara's first impression had been to hug him, since she had felt so lonely and abandoned. But when she looked at him, all she could think of was how heartlessly he had left her to that fate. "To the holding pen with him then", she said.