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Baryos had never been happier to see a Skiff. However, the whole group needed to escape. Sauron, the only one with sufficient ship space aboard the Fist, was spiraling through space likely damaged by the cursed thrall. Lia materialized beside him.

"Send out Quite Content Damsel. Have it pick up Sauron. If he resists, only the Nine know why he would, transmat him in."

(I can imagine the Siege of Madrigal playing throughout this event.)

Hive cries could not be heard, for the ship was a vacuum. But the footsteps of the Thralls and Acolytes could be felt through the floor.

"There's enough space in the empty bomb bays for everyone. If my ship is here before Sauron's, then everyone onboard. Unless the Skiff interests you."