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Dania's reaction was similar to Valuril's. She had never seen such variety and color or smelled so many exotic and delicious scents.

She and Alyssa had spent the last, un-eventful part of the voyage cleaning themselves up and putting themselves back together. They no longer looked the part of ragged fugitives. Their leathers shown with oil and buffing and their hair was clean, brushed and styled, pinned with brooches Alyssa had stashed on her person. They had removed their armored jackets and stowed them away in their packs.

Daal, grateful in spite of himself for the work the group had done in saving his ship and crew, had dug out a crate of noble tunics and clothes and given them to the thieves. So they all looked quite a bit better and Alyssa and Damia wore rich silken tunics, belted at their waists. They turned heads.

Now they worked the crowds in tandem, taking turns distracting and picking pockets together. They bought their own food. Damia stuffed herself on roasted meats skewered on wooden sticks.