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The shadow had watched the girl for a some time. Almost a week and with it, Gracus was becoming impatient. Word was spread from the seeker back to the barbarian king of the Llothgar tribes.
There was no more waiting where the order had been given to take back what had belonged to Gracus u'Lor's brother, Kiroth. His property was Gracus', but right and demand.
Now there was not just one shadow, but two. Hunting leathers worn, shins of their boots were bound snuggly with leopard fur. The small woman was seen for only the second time outside of the inn in almost four days when they saw her again.
The taller of the two moved first and caughter her up by the arm, his other hand closing over her mouth and muffling the chance for an outcry.
Dark eyes flew wide to recognize the clothing of the Llothgar. A horrible mixture of gentled recognition and memory, and the realization of what they were doing churned in the pit of her taut belly.
She kicked against the second of the warriors, landing the flat heel of her sheepskin boots into his gutt. S'jira's hips bucked and her form twisted, but their grips were that of unkind irons, biting into her the flesh of her ankles and forearms.
A striking blow brought a ringing to her ears and the world about her to darkness.
Left to the ground outside of the Red Dragon Inn was the moonstar necklace that had fallen from her skirt pocket, and one of her boots.
The shadow had watched the girl for a some time. Almost a week and with it, Gracus was becoming impatient. Word was spread from the seeker back to the barbarian king of the Llothgar tribes.
There was no more waiting where the order had been given to take back what had belonged to Gracus u'Lor's brother, Kiroth. His property was Gracus', but right and demand.
Now there was not just one shadow, but two. Hunting leathers worn, shins of their boots were bound snuggly with leopard fur. The small woman was seen for only the second time outside of the inn in almost four days when they saw her again.
The taller of the two moved first and caughter her up by the arm, his other hand closing over her mouth and muffling the chance for an outcry.
Dark eyes flew wide to recognize the clothing of the Llothgar. A horrible mixture of gentled recognition and memory, and the realization of what they were doing churned in the pit of her taut belly.
She kicked against the second of the warriors, landing the flat heel of her sheepskin boots into his gutt. S'jira's hips bucked and her form twisted, but their grips were that of unkind irons, biting into her the flesh of her ankles and forearms.
A striking blow brought a ringing to her ears and the world about her to darkness.
Left to the ground outside of the Red Dragon Inn was the moonstar necklace that had fallen from her skirt pocket, and one of her boots.