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Shalika tried, she really did, hoping to leave her past behind maybe find a place for herself among these people. They were not that savages with whom she had spent her childhood, the ones she had worked so hard to leave behind. No, these were civilized folk with an understanding of matters arcane. And yet...
Three times now she has been falsely accused of committing crimes she did not commit. First by that self righteous bitch who calls herself a protector of the people, then again by a seer, and then last night! That warrior librarian wanted his stones, and he got them, but when a ring comes up missing who does he blame; THE DARK ONE! That Yashia I am sure had something to do with his choosing to pick on her. This was nothing new, for everyone who ever met her screamed, "DROW!" as though she were the living embodiment of evil.
Yet, there was one man who knew her secrets, a man she admired more than any, a man who everyone also chose to hate without understanding him. He would understand her, and he would guide her hand as he did so many nights ago when he ran those nimble fingers down her arm.
Three times now she has been falsely accused of committing crimes she did not commit. First by that self righteous bitch who calls herself a protector of the people, then again by a seer, and then last night! That warrior librarian wanted his stones, and he got them, but when a ring comes up missing who does he blame; THE DARK ONE! That Yashia I am sure had something to do with his choosing to pick on her. This was nothing new, for everyone who ever met her screamed, "DROW!" as though she were the living embodiment of evil.
Yet, there was one man who knew her secrets, a man she admired more than any, a man who everyone also chose to hate without understanding him. He would understand her, and he would guide her hand as he did so many nights ago when he ran those nimble fingers down her arm.