“(in a hushed voice) When I was young, I used to look up at these stars and dream of the future. (chuckles) I thought that one day, I might be a great explorer, discovering lost cities or maybe an
adventurer, leading a contingent into the forbidden mountains. (pause, then sadly) Instead, my father sold me to Tarquin. It was either that or go to prison himself. I suppose he had no choice, but I can’t help wishing that things could have been different, you know?”

(astonished) "ALL of them? (chuckles) We barely have enough food and water to cross to the first oasis ourselves. There must be a couple hundred of them. How can we possibly gather enough food
in water to leave tomorrow?”