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linghrensheng
Joined: 25 Jun 2012
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Why would they Birkenstock Sandals want to kill me?
We are strangers, coming into their hunting grounds. Why shouldn't they try to kill us?
Humans are not like that, I explained patiently.
No. You are right. They will probably just put you in a cage and beat you.
No they won't, I insisted firmly to cover my own fears that perhaps someone might recognize me.
They Nike High Heels did before, he insisted. Both of us. And that was your own pack.
I could not deny that. So I promised, I will be very, very careful. I shall not be long. I just want to go listen to them talk for a bit, to find out what is happening.
Why should we care what is happening to them? What is happening to us is that we are neither hunting, nor sleeping, nor traveling. They are not pack with Nike heels us.
It may tell us what to expect, farther on our journey. I may find out if the roads are heavily traveled, if there is work I can take for a day or so to get a few coins. That sort of thing.
We could simply travel on and find out for ourselves, Nighteyes pointed out stubbornly.
I dragged on my shirt and leggings over my damp skin. I combed my hair back Ugg boots clearance with my fingers, squeezed the moisture from it. Habit made me tie it back in a warrior's tail. Then I bit my lip, considering. I had planned to represent myself as a wandering scribe. I took it out of its tail and shook it loose. It came almost to my shoulders. A bit long for a scribe's hair. Most of them kept their hair short, and shaved it back from the brow line to keep it from their eyes when they worked. Well, with my untrimmed beard and shaggy hair, perhaps UGG Boots Clearance I could be taken for a scribe who had been long without work. Not a good recommendation for my skills, but given the poor supplies I had, perhaps that was best.
I tugged my shirt straight to make myself presentable. I fastened my belt, checked to be sure my knife sat securely in its sheath, and then hefted the paltry weight of my purse. The flint in it weighed more than the coins. I did have the four silver bits from Burrich. A few months Jordan Heels ago it would not have seemed like much money. Now it was all I had, and I resolved not to spend it unless I must. The only other wealth I had was the earring Burrich had given me and the pin from Shrewd. Reflexively my hand went to the earring. As annoying as it could be when we were hunting through dense brush, the touch of it always reassured me. Likewise the pin in the collar of my shirt.
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