Taleste nodded, and took the lead wordlessly. From now on, the chatty thief would only speak when she absolutely had to, and as quietly and in as few words as possible. Her silenced pistol was within easy reach, on her belt, and her knife was in a string-loaded holster on her right wrist. She moved through the vent as if she had lived in vents all her life, fast and assured. She was now showing her colors as a serious and proud professional thief.

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