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Keeping one eye on K'shaka as he approached, Allysa yanked the Nightingale mask off with one hand as she scooped up a handful of daggers. The merchant cowered behind his counter. She ran sideways toward the smithy's, letting fly with another dagger. She was aiming for his legs, not the vitals, this time. She wanted him alive.