Jora crept his way over. "I am beyond shame, my shipmaster." Thel had been told Jora rushed the Kig-Yar with no weapon, and they'd shot him several times in the leg. Now Jora was dragging the useless limb behind him on the cell floor. "I have snapped one of the legs off those useless cots made for
humans." He handed it to Thel, who tested the sharp end with a finger. Jora had worked hard to get the long piece of metal sharp.-Chpt.24