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For @Madmortigan, no need to match. i'm just kinda ramblin.

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Though the far-reaches of Thracia's reach do not reach this far, fox ranges have a unique way of overlapping. Enemies are kept in check, and reports of wolves in the area have been noted. But the foxes are gone. Evidence of both is nearby, but there are no foxes anymore. A sign to Nicabar that perhaps enemies can be turned against each other.

He had not planned on being spotted. He would not be spotted, he thinks, as he traverses through the overcast dawn. The barest spears of light guide his eyes, but he can hear most threats approaching. And the Centurions, spread nearby, keep watch. They would die for him if he asked. They would die for him if he wouldn't.

The idea is simple. The mountains aren't safe, currently, to expand into. Getting as far from them as possible seems wise; too many wolves live there. He could find a safe place, and perhaps find a home that isn't too close to where wolves settle. Or, and the idea comes to him softly, he could form an alliance with wolves. Would they accept spies that would not be noticed as infiltrators? Would they accept a food source of slaves?

He doesn't know, but he could find out.

A Centurion signals. Exposed by the tangle of roots, Nicabar finds he's temporarily trapped. He could find shelter beneath a tangle of roots nearby, but they likely don't go deep. But he moves towards them regardless, keeping his gaze outward. He will speak to whatever enemy comes close. Perhaps, even, he could convince them to lay down their arms.

"Spare me and I shall grant you more kills later," he begins. Bargaining. He keeps his stance, his voice, his gaze free of fear. He's learning that even wolves can be reasoned with. "The warren of this land are enemies of us. I know where they burrow."
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Nicabar offers a wry smile. "I am not killing them all," he says. "Slaves can breed, can't they? A rabbit has a litter of four, on average. Takes six months for them to grow... And I have no problem giving over chattel."
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The wolf wants something else? Nicabar can provide.

"About ten enemies, give or take," he says. "Multiply that by the reach of my Centurions, and I can provide you with names and locations."
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"It's a deal, then." Nicabar can handle that. Set people to patrolling. "I may send a centurion to report in my place on days I cannot make it. My life is rather busy. But you shall have eyes and ears where there were none before."

Because in truth, having fewer predators in the area would be suitable to Nicabar as well. Safety for his people, and he doesn't even have to offer the bodies of his slaves. What a bargain!
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Nicabar laughs once. "Don't worry. When the whole world is against you, you become strong." And off he goes.
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