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The Bear and The Thief: Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Remember the Name
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“Well,” I said, grinning just a little in an attempt to fain being carefree in the face of a woman the likes of which I’d never seen, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were coming on to me.”
“Don’t even start,” the woman quite literally growled at me, “Just hand over the amulet. I’ll lift my knee out of your ribs, and we both go home. However,” she pressed her knee into my chest a little more, “I’m not at all above taking it off your corpse.”
“Alright,” I said, hastily piecing together a plan, it wasn’t much, but it would have to do, “First, a question if I may, do my elf eyes deceive me, or did you turn into a bear just then? I thought the companions became werewolves.”
“I’m a little less typical,” it seemed like she almost
A Normal NightRythian was on the hunt. He crept up the hall, careful to avoid the squeaking wooden boards, and slipped into the dinning room on silent feet. After inching his way to the table, he bent down and, with a flourish, whipped the tablecloth up.
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“Ha!” he exclaimed, as he poked his head under the table “Got yo-“ He stopped as he realized that the space was empty except for a few dust bunnies and what looked like a half eaten carrot.
Stumped, he leaned back and allowed the cloth to fall back into place. As he did, he faintly heard a soft patter of running feet from the next room. With a grin, he dashed into the adjacent living room and caught the end of a brown braid disappearing behind the sofa.
“Oh dear,” he said, ever so casually, as he crept closer to the sofa “I do wonder where she could be hiding.”
The only reply was a faint giggle from the mysterious braided creature that had slipped behind the couch. Rythian