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Levent Kartal · 11-24-2011, 12:20 AM

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Blah, shortness.

The woman mentioned getting enough apologies, and Levent glanced quickly to the servant he’d hired—or where the boy would have been. He seemed to be making himself as scarce as possible, as were most of the merchants pretending not to look their way. No wonder the cat was so on edge, now pressing up against his leg with tail curled and ears lowered, though of course he could play it off as if he was uneasy around canines in general.

Amy suggested they be equals, and the scar on Levent’s lip twitched. I’d planned on it, he thought, but on the outside he grinned and nodded. “Evet,” he agreed, then smiled casually. “So do you do trade goods as well, or do you simply run all the trade here?” He looked down to see the crate had been deposited by the servant, who’d presumably escaped back to the inn; he made a mental note to talk to his employer later. While technically a coward himself, he couldn’t stand others running from all their petty fears. This was a woman, not a rabid tiger.

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