Ollea looked closely at Amanalk, trying to percieve what was going on behind that proud brow. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a low voice. Amanalk smirked down at her. "I could ask the same of you."
She glanced over at the drunken Ozracles, still too distracted with his ale and the barmaid to notice the commotion. She shook her head disgustedly. "Look. Whatever you're planning to do here, I need to stay out of sight of them. I don't need any more injuries on top of what I already have." Realization struck suddenly like a hammer. "Was it the wolf? Khelek? Is that why you came?"
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