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One year, two months.

Atton could see Tanat was on edge about something. His mind felt ... prickly, somehow and though the other smuggler seemed calm most of the time, occasionally when he thought Atton wasn’t looking he wringed his hands slightly and looked around.

Atton was willing to bet that the unsavoury nature of their clients didn’t help any - a large and not-very-amiable group of slavers who had set up a business on Rothana. Being trustworthy was not something slavers were generally known for, after all.

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