"Great, cover. Be my guest," he shrugged his shoulders against the weight of the Tia he carried, and wondered just how long the guy would remain unconscious. "Because if they do notice us, it'll be when they see supposed slaves to Ifrit just walking right off camp." He kept moving as he spoke, his voice as low as he could manage. The hood over his head cast a shadow over half the mask and completely hid his eyes in inky darkness.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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