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Explain this.
There are no more Emirites.
Dar!
We have to steal those keys.
The unborn child is yours!
You trained Tal well, and he will make a fine king.
I'll send him to his death.
- He's there. - We need those keys.
Maax shall die.
Ruh?
No one will challenge him.
Especially their own.
You don't understand. I must go back.
Till then...
That's him! See the brand?
You'll get a name too. Podo.
I must find her.
Now he will die, as will his kin.
Why me? I'm a coward.
Hook the horses up!
Now... who are you?
Run!
Sacco!
and now I have strength.
Yes.
- Where'd you find these two? - Those are my thieves.
Go practice your heathen religion in The Outlands with the barbarian Juns.
Life is a circle.
My friends, the journey to Aruk is a treacherous one.
Dar, the gods have put their mark on you.
Come on! You two got me into this, now get me out.
What do you think? Should we go after her?