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Thomas's house was lit up, Emily took note of it. It was too early for anyone to be up at this hour, but with all the recent events, she could understand. She had not slept herself. She wanted to retrieve the pup, a few swords and then return to her shop, her home to see if she could use anything.
She knocked on the door, moments later she was greeted by Randi, and Kicker almost fell out of the door. Excited to see her, he jumped on her leg. She bent down to scratch his head, "Hey there little guy."
"Emily! You startled me!" Randi exclaimed putting her hand on her chest.
"My apologies Randi, I did not mean any harm."
"Oh no, you are always welcome at any time. Come in. Thomas and I had been worrying about you after Lars visited us with the news."
"Yeah, it is getting pretty bad, huh?"
Randi nodded, as Emily walked in and they secured the door.
"I was half expecting you to be one of Lord Gaube's goons, but I thought to myself, why would they knock?" She paused looking at Emily, "Thomas is at the shop," answering Emily's silent question.
"Okay, I need a few swords."
"He left two foot in a half blades for you and their casings."
"Of course he did, I should have known to expect that," she said smiling and followed Randi to the kitchen to retrieve them.
Randi handed them to her, she then slipped them on, fitting perfectly on her back. She grabbed the handles and brought them out of their cases, looking at their perfection. Light made them reflect onto the floor.
"He knows me all too well," she said as she slipped them back into their holders, as if she had been doing it all of her life.
"How is the clothing working out for you?"
"Just fine, I really like it, it feels comfortable to me now. Lars made a comment on it though, he said I look like a depressed Indian," she said.
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