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[center] Alleyway of Eldra, Shalador [/center]

	Ranina watched her husband's cousin followed by her husband vanish inside the bookstore. He offered for her to walk inside but, if this presence was anywhere near the inside of that bookstore she would much rather stay outside. Someone caught her eye, though, a boy, a child. They made eyecontact, and he vanished around the corner. Dareen recognized someone who felt like they knew too much. Had they been made? Did this kid know who they were? Dareen wasn't exactly blending in anymore. Everyone around them was afraid of the nobles, but in truth it was Dareen who had never felt more vulnerable and exposed. Damn this accursed disguise! What was Fatima doing in there?

	But what about this boy? Children were often more knowledgable than most would like to believe. Having been a street urchin herself at some point, the Pruulish Witch knew what it was to do anything to survive. Even the smallest monetary reward for information on potential traitors would be worth the risk. Dareen turned to face him and tried to keep him in her line of sight.[color=c4df9b] "Uh, excuse me, little boy?"[/color] She called out, speaking for the first time since she had entered town. She tried to keep up the veil of sophistication. Her throat had dried up. Pushing past some people in the alleyway, she began to follow behind him. She was hesitant to follow him too far, and was hoping he would just stop running. [color=c4df9b]"Hey, kid!"[/color] Dareen shouted after him, dropping all pretense.