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There were two of them. Just watching. What did they want?
She requested another ale, and tried to absorb herself in it. But they were still watching, and now they were talking. A third, presumably another of their companions, now turned. Niara dared not imagine what she would do if they approached. If only she had a magic ring, she could be invisible, float out of the room like a cloud...But that was impossible.
Her right hand strayed down to the hilt of the knife that hung at her side. A comfort, though she would not dare use it. Surely the occupants and visitors of so pleasant an inn could not be unfriendly. Her left hand swept softly across her lightly freckled complexion, removing the droplets left by the rain. She took another drink.
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