Inside a small tavern in Zanga, the elf dragged a bag of gold coins from in front of the dwarf over to herself.
"You lost. She didn't help her."
Then she dragged away a second bag.
"And it wasn't even midnight—she already got it. Plus a little bonus."
The dwarf replied, "Now I just want to steal her for myself. So, what if she gets caught? Are you going to rescue her?"
Lightchaser crossed her legs and looked completely unbothered.
"She won't get caught."
The kid could block divination—probably thanks to those two magical items she carried. But this wasn't the place to talk details, so Lightchaser kept that part to herself.
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The moment Rita learned Not Real ID, she abruptly stopped in her tracks, turned around, and flew straight back to Margot's room.
Pushing the door open once more, she dashed past the sound of a running shower and headed into the bedroom. With just twenty seconds of stealth left, she slipped under the bed.
