Who Are My Enemies?

Get a town to the size of Rakkal's Glory, and one commercial district just isn't enough. There's always those industries that it needs, but which nobody wants to be near. The dirty, noisy, smelly jobs. Blacksmiths, Tanners, that two story building I helped install an acid works in...

Doll sent.

she sent.

I said, gathering and refocusing my aura. I could always let my sad out later. Why did looking at one of my successes make me sad?

Doll sent a few invectives, but stayed tucked into Avara's belt, unmoving.

"Here." Avara said. "Just past these gentlemen."

"I don't think..." I tried to say, but she approached them anyway,

"Heh." said one of them.