Kayleth could hear the heavy footsteps in her shop and the growling refusal to Ashara even on this side of the shop. Whoever was in here was large, and probably not of the civil sort. As it stood, she was in the middle of a procedure with a drugged up (dwarves had a high tolerance to anesthesia, so she had to use almost half again the usual dose for a human his size), bled out Dwarf, and she couldn't afford to stop for something as paltry as a fight breaking out. If she needed to, she had her emergency knife strapped to her waist, safely tucked away from the prying eyes of anyone who might think he an easy target, but for now, she was to focus on the wound in front of her.

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