The crowd is slightly surprised when a young woman crawls from the boat, rather than a small army of Elisan soldiers. Still, though, they stay on their guard. She inches forward slowly, barely keeping her face out of the sand, before collapsing, clutching her stomach. As she looks very malnourished, desperate and most importantly unarmed, your father rushes to her and kneels by her side. Her murmur is just loud enough to be heard by the foremost members of the crowd. ...Baby...
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