Tagging along

Amale had been startled by the sound and spun the walking stick as she turned, ready to strike if it was foe instead of friend. The speed at which she reacted surprised her. Perhaps 20 years of sweeping up after drunkards had some value. Seeing Wolf she shrugged him off, looking more back to the trees and decay. It wasn't anything personal about Wolf, she just thought him lazy. It wasn't the whisperings and such nor that he was part elf, she just hadn't seen him commit to being a part of anything in town for any greater good than his own.

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