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MATT: It is a firbolg.
MARISHA: Amazing!
MATT: You can see there is a series of necklaces
that looks to be bones and rocks and stones that
have been polished that dangle around her neck as
adornments and trinkets. A few bird skulls hanging
on it, as well. The child, also you see, is a
young firbolg, as well. Knees tucked against his
chest. You can see that the child looks scraped up
and bruised, and appears to have been injured.
MARISHA: I say, Bad guys kidnapping kids, right?
That’s scary stuff. Trying to protect your son?
MATT: “Not my son, but we have lost a few, yes.”
MARISHA: Who–
MATT: Looks past you, for a second, to Molly, who
is not being stealthy, either. “How many are you?”
TALIESIN: One, two, three, four, five–
MARISHA: Currently five–
TALIESIN: Five!
MARISHA: But just call us the Nein. The Mighty
Nein.
MATT: “Very well.”
MARISHA: Here, M. Nein? (whistles)
TALIESIN: I’m just walking out at this point.
SAM: I’ll slowly emerge from the shadows.
ASHLY: I’m staying in the forest.
LIAM: Same.
MATT: Okay. “I apologize, I’ve been on edge for a
number of days. You seem to know these people or
“have heard of them at least?”
TALIESIN: We’ve lost a few recently.
MATT: “I’m sorry. I am Jumnda. I’m a healer in my
aged years for the Guiatao Clan. We are small in
“number and, now, yet smaller still.”
MARISHA: The Guitaya Clan?
MATT: Guiatao.
MARISHA: Guai–
MATT: G-U-I-A-T-A-O.
MARISHA: Guiatao Clan.
MATT: “This little one is Umbo. He is awake now,
which is good fortune. I’ve been trying to bring
"him back to health for a couple of days.”
MARISHA: You say he’s not your son, but part of
your clan?
MATT: “Yes, he is under my care now.”
MARISHA: Is the whole clan wiped out? Who’s left?
MATT: The woman, Jumnda, looks around for second
and takes a deep breath. “Three days back, the
"clan was in celebration for the coming of age for
young Duma. Roasted boar was prepared, and the
"twenty of us were dancing around the fire when the
murderers came. Slew Toffah and Wolya with their
"arrows as they danced together. Others fought.
Fennis died protecting me, and I managed to grab
"Ombo here as he had been beaten within an inch of
his life to unconsciousness. We fled. But I
"watched as they grabbed others in nets, pulling
them away as they screamed and yet made no noise.”
You know exactly who and what she’s talking about.