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"Or for us to become more aggressive," I smirked.

"Your going to kill them," Sekka looked at me with disinterest.

"Anyone that gets in my way," I sat down in the chair I'd placed next to the door.

"What makes you think that killing any elves that get in your way is a good plan?" he sat up in bed with a dark look.

"Did I say it was a good plan?" A predatory smile spread across my face, "If the elves were hunting for us before they'll be setting our asses on fire, and calling down the eternal gods of death to kill us. Plus it will be more risky, but the risky course of action is usually more rewarding. We won't be skirting around the outside of the groups anymore. We'll cut right through the middle straight to what we want, and they won't have any clue what hit them until it's already over."

"Your scary when you lust for blood like that," Sekka replied sarcastically.

He was taking me seriously, but he didn't like the number of risks I was thinking of taking.

"Think about it seriously," I turned my full attention to Sekka, "I can erase my presence from time itself. This isn't nearly as risky as you think it is. Even if they tried to track me through time they wouldn't be able to. Spatial travel prevents them from tracking my footprints. Unless they see me change from my slave persona to the fox they won't be able to link slave me, and the fox together. They're more likely to figure out that your the wolf then they are to figure out that I'm the fox."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about," he frowned at me.

"Where will they take a big trouble maker like you, and I when they figure out who we are?" I chuckled.

Sekka's face scrunched up a bit at that.

"We cause enough trouble, and they'll want to make an example of us in the capitol," I sniggered to myself.

We left the hotel for another round of sales after that. There were a few blacksmiths on the other side of the city that we hadn't been to yet. We only had around a hundred crystals left to sell at the moment, but that wasn't what I was worried about. I behaved just like the good slave I was pretending to be. The only thing that set me apart from the others was the blades on my hip.

"Someone's following us," I perked up a little.

"Take care of them," Sekka frowned a little.

I left his side quickly. Rushing up the building, and scanning the crowd for the guy that was following us. I crossed the roofs of several buildings at my top speed, and jumped down on the tail. My blade slammed into the pavement mere inches from his neck.

"Why are you following my master?" I snarled.

He was pinned to the ground face first on the stone. I slid my blade closer to his throat through the stone with no apparent resistance.

"Fuck off," the tail responded in English.

My head cocked out of curiosity.

"Did you think I wouldn't understand the human language because I speak elven?" I responded in English, "English was my first language."

The tail turned his head, and realized that I was human.

"You should let him go before I take your head," I felt the blade on my neck.

"You can try, but it won't go well for you," I straightened out my neck slowly, "I was told to take care of the man following my master."

"Does take care of mean kill?" the guard pressed his blade into my neck, but the sharp side of the blade failed to bite into my neck.

"Usually it does," Sekka's voice cut through the tension like a knife, "But I can tell you right now that Nix asked what he was following us for before threatening to kill him."

I remained dead still with my blade pressed to the tail's throat. It had already drawn blood, but I didn't want to press my luck any further at the moment.

"That seems a bit extreme of a response just because he's following you," the guard frowned at Sekka.

"I'm a small merchant who sells mana crystals," Sekka responded a bit sarcastically, "Someone following me risks them discovering my method of making mana crystals. If someone discovers my method for making mana crystals then they're likely to steal my method. Taking away my business. Maybe they'll learn to do it better. Putting me out of business entirely."

The guard seemed to understand where Sekka was coming from.

"I'll take my blade away if he does," The guard responded.

"Nix," Sekka turned his attention to me.

I pulled my blade away, and so did the guard. I swung my blade to clean it of blood, and sheathed it quickly. My training showed in moments like these. The guard raised a brow at me when he realized that I was actually well trained in combat. I stepped off of my prey, and kept my agitation from reaching my face.

"Don't follow them anymore," The guard turned his attention to the lucky elf, "I've heard of this particular slave. You're lucky he didn't just kill you when he struck. He beheaded the last man that tailed him."

I smirked at that comment. He was right. I wouldn't hesitate to kill. The guard looked me up, and down with a frown.

"Quite an unusual slave you've got there," he was staring at my blades now, "Who forged those blades?"

"Family heirloom," Sekka responded without missing a beat.

"Do you know what they're forged from?" he continued to stare at the blades.

"My grandfather used to tell me they were forged from the flesh of dragons," Sekka shrugged, "But such a creature hasn't existed in a long time if they existed at all, and those blades don't appear to be much older then me."