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Petra kept to the back streets of the town, avoiding the large crowds and casually looking about for a tack shop or a familiar face. She was comfortable on her own, having only herself for company for close to 5 years, but her concern was that her less judicious companions may have more to drink than necessary and cause the group to lose time in waiting for them to recover. There was also, of course, the possibility that the demon drink would make their tongues run wild and Petra was sure that Abanaku had more spies in his service than any of them cared to imagine.
Driven to pick up her pace by this unsettling thought, Petra darted round a corner, nearly running right into Enzeru, who was weaving down the street under the weight of several packages of assorted purchases. Apologizing hastily, Petra shared her concern with Enzeru.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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