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“Hey!” Zalika shouts. “That filthy cur’s taken my money!“ She gives chase, deftly weaving her way through the crowds. Cursing under her breath Zalika reaches the alleyway, seeing her thief further down at the other end. Withdrawing both of her rapiers she continues running and closes the gap enough to thrust one of her weapons forward.
Zalika rises to her feet, leaving her drink half-finished. “I accept the job,” she says, and without further comment makes her way outside. She felt glad to be out in the heat. The coolness from inside was not sitting comfortably with her. Despite the prospect of a handsome payment Zalika didn’t allow herself to relax, and hoped the task at hand was going to be worth it.
Zalika gives the slave a curt nod in response to his query, her expression neutral. One of her hands rests lightly on one of the rapiers at her side, silently reassuring herself that a weapon was close by should she need it. She looks at those seated around her and idly wonders about the upcoming job. |
