Page 30 (Dismounted, the two of them look at the gate to the settlement. The witch-band and their carts are lined up in front of it.) SPONDULE: Um NAVICHET: Looks like they did come to trade, eh. SPONDULE: They-- they’re just waiting at the gate? (Spondule walks the bike down a small rise to the entry road to the settlement) SPONDULE: D’you... do you think we’ll be able to go in?