The next day was punctuated only by a minor slave revolt, quickly quelled with a few words by V'heress, and the skirting of a small city towards evening. By the Firebird mountains just now coming into view ahead of us, I determined that the city must be Peaceknot. It was primarily a trading point, but the Slavers Guild was not welcome there. If I was to escape and reach it, I would be beyond Syrin's taloned grasp. I tested my av idol mpegs manacles as quietly as I could that night, but they were as binding as they had been before, and I dared not make the noise that breaking them would cause, were I even able to do so. The morning brought another combat practice to the band of dragons. They drilled in even more earnest this time, as Syrin had threatened to throw any slackers into the ring with me. I strove to remain relaxed, not hint of my av idol mpegs plans through body language as Syrin
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