Okul had never heard of the UN, and knew nothing of whether al-Faddil meant they were certain to be bandits or men of honor. But that wasn't the pressing issue. "Don't forget," he said to al-Faddil, "if a tribute is cheaper than a victory, the tribute will be paid. The Yoth could wipe my raiders out with their damned crossbows, but given how soft their people get when their sons come home in coffins, it's cheaper for them to just pay us off every season." Recalling that he was not among friends, he added, "and before you ask, the alternative to banditry for my people is slavery, so do not judge too swiftly." Then he sighed. "Still, as interesting as a discussion of morals and survival would be... the treasures of the arrogant dead await ahead, and a horde of children eager for babysitters behind."
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With Marion's announcement, Vince headed back to the wall and tomb, undeniably more interesting to him at the moment, and looked casually into the entrance. Huh. He couldn't see a damn thing, and if there's things to be found in there, it was going to be even darker. Might as well fix it now; consider it a favor. Resting against the edge of the entrance, he opened his hand palm up as a glass medallion materialized in it, hovering and rotating slightly. He dropped his hand and the medallion flew into the middle of the entrance room, flooding the area with a bright, yet somehow gentle light, since it was possible to linger one's eyes over every little carved glyph, detail, and feather crest on its surface without straining.
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Rune, now alone, reached back into his bag and withdrew a notebook and a ballpoint pen. Now that he had sent Weller off to take care of pictures, he could focus on something of greater interest to him: The people. Hand over his eyes, Rune wandered around the dig, looking for someone applicable. He noticed the two in armor that Weller had pointed out earlier. One looked rather young, a teenager perhaps, but his companion was much older, with a face that bore extensive ravaging. Both looked perfectly out of place, and seemed as good of subjects as any. Rune strode towards them at a level pace, with a friendly smile upon his face. "Hello sir, sirs." He said, nodding at each of them. "I'm Rune Prestegard, and I'm doing a little study of the workers here. Care to answer a few questions?"
Weller, meanwhile had marched closer to the entrance of the tomb, where people had already started to congregate. He took a few photographs from different angles, noting with further irritation that he didn't have anywhere to store the instant films except for his own pocket. He wandered around the rest of the site, taking pictures of the tents and a pair of camels, waiting for some indication that things were about to get rolling.
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