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conscious girl trying to fix her frazzled
appearance ... Elide smoothed some strands
of her hair while monitoring the square
beyond.
A hub of sorts. Two taverns lined its sides,
judging by the wine barrels that served as
tables out front and the empty glasses atop
them, yet to be collected. Between the two
taverns, one seemed to attract more males,
some in warrior garb. Of the three squares
she’d visited, the taverns she’d spotted, this
was the only one with soldiers.
Perfect.
Elide smoothed her hair again, shut the
compact, and turned back to the square, lifting
her chin. A girl trying to muster some dignity.
Let them see what they wanted to see, let
them look at the white shirt she’d donned in
lieu of the leather witches’ jacket, the green
cape draped over herself belted across the