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"Just a merchant?" Shadow looked upon the man from her tree perch, surveying who she knew was more than a merchant, yet she herself was a simple thief. She jumped down landing gracefully in front of the man, pretending to carefully examine her thin silver metallic-faced cards one upon seeing the odd patterns etched into the card faces could easily mistake them for tarot cards as one said gave away only Death. "If you are just a merchant," she mused, smirking, "Then perhaps you have goods for sale?" Her cards disintegrated into silver ashes which the young girl simply let scatter across the ground - "Ah! There goes the end of my deck..." Not expecting this, caused her to become irritated. "I'm a border traveler," Shadow continued, and I've almost been shot sixteen times...so, who, if I might ask, are you?"