Page 33 (Eyes look through a narrow slot in the gate) X: Hail. Business? SPONDULE: Oh-- Gleaners! (Taking his left glove off) Some, uh-- some items for trade. (Navichet nervously removes her bandana, and eyes the book) SPONDULE: We got a lot. Arms and whatnot. We don’t cause trouble. (He holds up his left hand, marked with a symbol*) We don’t uh drink. Just want to stay a night or two. *Not sure --ed