Rhagi nodded slowly. He was a man who thought, deeply, before he spoke. Her father had got her on a slave, probably by force. Rhagi's own conception had been... complicated. Few people were granted his father's chance at redemption, however, and it was not to be hoped that Zoraka's father was one of them.
"I hope you find her," he said finally, "but even if you don't, at least you know... she is free." He pushed the whisky bottle back towards her. "Even if the rumour proves unreliable, at least she is free, one way or another. I suspect she was a hell of a woman."
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