Assallya marveled at Viper's absence.  She'd seen him run away from the caravan towards the woods but now there was nothing.  Whoever he was, he was certainly skilled in remaining hidden.  Either he had the skills of a dauntless ranger or he was a scurrilous thief.  She imagined he'd probably be picking at them with his bow, slowing their pursuit.  She'd have to thank him later if that was the case.  If he didn't get himself killed that was.

"By Myrkul's shriveled black balls," the golden haired elf cursed roughly as Breath of Life ushered her along, reminding her that they would return, "There simply wasn't time.  That old nag of a draft horse isn't going to be outrunning orcs and unlocking the door to get my things would have caught me in their midst."

Hopefully he was right about regaining her wagon.  It was valuable for resale as it was so she hoped the orcs wouldn't break it apart.  There was even the chance that one of the orcs might seize upon taking it as their own home.  She shuddered to think about cleaning up after that but, most importantly, her trade bars would be safe inside the floorboards.

When he asked her name she replied, "Assa'Alliyeh Kressanthair", and then amended the statement to, "Northerners call me Assallya, Assallya Kressair."

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