"That," said Marah softly, "helps a lot!" He could have meant it any
way. His hook made a small, savage flash in the green light.
"There's trouble here on Romany. Civil war. Men are going to be killed
before it's over--perhaps now. Where's your place in it?"
"How do I know? The Coalition is moving in on the Kraylens. I owe them
something. So I came here for help. Help! Yeah."
"You'll get it," said the woman. "You'll get it, somehow, if any of us
live."