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The dark clouds over Riften matched her mood. Allysa trotted down the steps of the temple and across the marketplace to where Balimund was just stirring up his forge for the day's work. He frowned at her clouded face. "What has upset you, little Allysa?" he asked.

"I can't say, Bali.  Not now.  I need a new pack.  Have you got one?" He stood gazing down on her silently. "Bali, please, I'm in a hurry."

He turned a rummaged in a barrell for a moment and then turned back to hand her a well worn pack. She tried to hand him gold but he refused it. "You should leave that Guild, Ally.  Come and live with me.  Marry me."

Tears ran down her face and she was angry at herself for crying again. She shook her head. "I can't do that, Bali." She turned and ran for the gate.