“Oops!” She thought as she walked in and started packing. When she got there she saw Xzaela running behind her. She began jogging to the small house she and Xzaela lived in. “Let’s face it, the only thing we have in common is that we’re thieves and half elves,” Zahora stated. “Yeah, magic from the undead.” Zahora spoke with a shudder. “I don’t need a sword Zahora, I have magic, remember?” Xzaela’s voice was cool, but Zahora could sense the tension. Xzaela would get anything she asked for, and Zahora killed anyone who objected. It’s why they had become such good friends. She wasn’t a person who could just waltz up and chat with people, and she never would be, but Xzaela could hardly hold a sword. “While we’re at it why don’t we work on your swordsmanship?” Zahora snapped. “ My input is that you need to learn how to ask the right questions of people,” Xzaela said without even looking at Zahora. “ That’s strange – who would or could do that? What’s your input X?” Zahora asked as she caught up with Xzaela, who was already perusing items at another merchant’s booth. Bye now!” The old merchant shewed Zahora away. “ Rumor has it that someone called the Caretaker is throwing his weight around, and muscled in on their territory. “ Who took over the Black Emerald?” she demanded. “ Sorry missy, I have to be careful! What with the taking over of the Black Emerald guild and all.” The merchant handed Xzaela the cloak, but Zahora had just snapped to attention. Zahora just looked out the tiny window and watched the Tuskwater bubble. “Ugh, we gave you the money just hand over the cloak!” Xzaela was still trying to persuade the merchange to stop asking so many questions about why she needed an invisibility cloak.
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