Kibbs Sydi (continued)

Wookies were not common on Courisant. I don't even remember seeing one before him.

It was a dark night, when I was stumbling through the forest, trailing the slavers, hoping they would lead me to a city. Instead, they seem to meander through the forest. I decided to get closer, to see if I could figure out where they were really going.

As I neared the edge of the camp, I saw him: the Wookie was seated near a small fire, with a few others around him. even seated, I could tell he was well over 2 meters in height. The face and head was a bold, regal silver, with more on his chest and back. While the shackles made it clear he was a slave, he seemed to behave with a dignity more suited to royalty. He was talking to the others around the fire, in a tongue I had never heard before. But, somehow, I felt like I understand what he was saying.

I crept back to the camp every night, getting closer and closer to the group. After several nights, I was starting to pick up his language. I could start to put together what he was saying.

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