He got it open and pulled out another one of those small, coinlike medallions with the straps on the sides. He pulled off the one he was wearing, and immediately gave a visible shiver, then slapped this one on instead. “How’s that?” he asked, looking back at them. Marasi blinked in shock. He’d said it in her language—strangely accented, true, but intelligible. “No?” the man asked. “You’re looking at me confused, still. These things never work right. She swore that—” “No, it works!” Marasi said. “At least, I can understand you.” She looked to the others, who nodded. “Aha!” the man said. “Great,
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