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Jeiel picks up the lock of hair. Inspects it. "She didn't lose it. It was snipped of. By a sharp thing. " He points. Near the hair was a sharpened flintstone.

"Those don't look like friendlies. Natives. I've seen them once before. And when they see Mamono, they take them back to their encampments for... Chief God knows what."

"Possibly.... they took the crew. And Chee too."