Serid snorts, his expression steely as Efaen leaves. He chooses to say nothing else to her, instead turning to Illim. "You had better go, lest you be abandoned here. Perhaps she is right: perhaps they are not to be trusted, these rebels."
Illim gives an easy grin. "Don't worry about that, buddy." He pats him on the shoulder and then says, "Oh, I almost forgot." He pulls a drivers license bearing Serid's face out of the wallet and hands it to the nothlit. "Best of luck in your new life, Serid." He turns on his heel and follows after Efaen, Mike, and Terenia, stuffing his hands in his pockets. <<We may not get to eat just yet, Derrel, but soon,>> he says apologetically to his host.
Elayne watches the fight in surprise but her interest wanes once it ends quickly and Mar is unharmed. She sighs as she listens to Temrash and shakes her head. Not like I had much of a contingency plan, either she reminds herself.
