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The man ran into the alley, panting in the hot weather, even for night it was warm. He threw off his robe and stuffed it into a cloth- filled sack on the ground. Stripping off rings, necklaces, earrings, and bracelets, he threw them into another one.
The dark man in the alley stepped into some rags his friend had given him.
Picking up the sack with his gems, he tossed it into the river. Now they would never find where he had gone.
Arram picked up the sack with his clothes and headed for the docks. Tomorrow there would be no trace of the rich man that he once was.
by ~Certified-Lunatic
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The mages collapsed against a tree as the hurrocks flew off. Numair was deathly pale and sat there trying to catch his breath. Next to him sat his partner Daine. Daine rested her head on his shoulder. She was so close, he could reach out an arm easily and stroke the soft curls on her head.
“Gods that was hard, never seen so many in my life.” Although she had only been alive for 16 years, the wildmage had seen more things than many men in the military, but she still faced them with a strong face. No wonder he loved her.
“Thanks for watching my back, I sure didn't see that one comin' a
by ~Certified-Lunatic
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