Fréa hesitated a moment before he replied to his brothers. With outsiders, he would have spoken flippantly off the top of his head. But, with his own, it was different.
Reaching over and affectionately slapping Archim on the shoulder, Fréa grinned reassuringly back at him, "I won't tell you there isn't some danger. But it's as much danger for Brytta and his men as it is for us." Then he went on and explained everything that had happened in the prison the past night, finally concluding, "So you see, it's a simple matter. We've got to find out where they are and chase them down. If we succeed and turn them over to the authorities, we'll not only have Heldór in our net but Brytta and the others as well. It's really a perfect situation, better than I expected. I think...."
Fréa glanced nervously about upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps. As he looked up and saw Hama advancing towards the table, he cut short his conversation, rising to greet the guard and intending to ask him about the provisions he'd purchased.
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