Hile had sheathed his blade, realising that his pride would have to be forgotten until this Kraid was no longer needed. Justice will be done, he reminded himself. At the mention of slaves, Hile was forced to speak up.
"If we're going to pose as slaves, we may have a slight problem." He tapped the hilt of his sword with his fingers. "I don't see how we could hide it easily. And I'm sure as hell not leaving it behind."
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