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"Don't you dare laugh." Rahiq muttered when the boy spit out his soup. Unfortunately she was not very threatening in her current state, or even loud enough for him to hear her. Rahiq had to swallow her pride for now, something that was made a little easier when she saw he couldn't handle eating and laughing at the same time. If Richter had paid attention, he could've seen a slight curl of Rahiq's lips.

So she had ended up in Dar of all places. The country whose merchants she had so frequently robbed blind on her home turf. Richter could just have been one of them, by the looks of him. It was strange to think that the kind of person Rahiq would normally prey on ended up her saviour. Rahiq studied him from beneath her brow, wondering if there was more to his actions than just lending a helping hand...

"There is something important that I need back." Rahiq answered Richter truthfully, although leaving the details shrouded in mystery. After all, she had no clue how she could reclaim her clan and it's rights all the way from the snowy city of Davonport. She wasn't even able to stand on her own two legs. It was humiliating, but Rahiq would try to see if she could rely on Richter a little longer. She didn't elaborate any further, choosing instead to eat in silence as she continued to study Richter. His eyes didn't wander, he hadn't touched her artefacts... Could this travelling bard be for real?

"Why did you help me?" Rahiq suddenly asked. "I'm no more than a troubled stranger in this country. I don't understand."