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[color=SteelBlue]"Rave. Rave Mallard, Spectre with Raynor's Raiders, not that that means much out here."[/color]

[color=orange][i]Raider, rogue, reaver, roar... You certainly don't look like a shadow. Or a duck.[/i][/color] Akagalcia watched as Rave negotiated with the golem, confronted again with the understanding that she had no favors in this place. It was not the first time she had found herself in a metropolis, unable to read and no one willing to explain how people somehow were willing to live with so many others nearby. She survived now as she had before--everyone threw away food she could eat, water was plentiful and freely given, and she needed nothing but the tools at her belt and the things in her sack.

She fingered at the hilt of her kukri, half-listening as Dashernines and Rave quibbled about credits and bits. When they were done Rave made for the door, gesturing for her to follow. [color=SteelBlue]"Sorry about that. Anyways, how about we find somewhere a little more private for the rest of our conversation?"[/color] Akagalcia joined him out on the street, watching this [i]spectre[/i] with a quizzical smile. [color=orange]"I will join you. I have no favors or friends yet. This place is very different to me."[/color] She cocked her head again. [color=orange]"Wait... What are you sorry for?"[/color]

It was not the first time someone had apologized to her. Yet, since Akagalcia had been left here, no one who had apologized to her had ever done her any harm. It made all of the ugly, dazzling, stifling harmony surrounding them seem like some... accident.