Scraps of a friendship

crumpled trash

[There are a few crumpled pieces of paper in a corner behind QuestBuy. Uncrumple them?]

I beg of you, do not lose this. It's my only copy.

Oakley snuck out of her camp, avoiding all her crewmates. His braid streamed out behind as Oakley ran, light on his feet. She was headed to the enemy camp and she didn't want anyone to know. Santiago would be waiting for him in the other camp with open arms. Oakley crested a ridge and saw the other camp. She sighed running her fingers over her braid. He smiled to himself, thinking about the other pir[the word is half smudged and crossed out] rogue.