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Fred offered his weapon to the huntress. He felt that he should say
something dignified and kind, but the best he could do was, "Uh, help
yourself." Alya of the Knife gratefully removed as much dragon blood as
she could from his blade, sealing it in a thick pouch on her belt.
"Thank you, good knight," she said firmly. "This blood can be used to mix a potion that will save my father's life. I will be true to my half of the bargain. Follow me and you will be safe." As Fred walked behind Alya, carrying the unconcious Velus, he found himself unable to keep from admiring her strong yet feminine form. Even more attractive than her physique, though, was the calm boldness with which she carried herself. Her stride was long and purposeful, and although her hands swung loosely at her sides, he could see that her fingers always seemed ready to snatch her dagger from her belt at any moment, should the need arise. He remembered her story about receiving her injury from a bear, yet still defeating the beast. Since Velus hung from his shoulders, he knew that he must have met the dog rather than the bear in his journey, but one could never be sure. Still, a bear by any standard is a formidable opponent. He pictured the woman before him in combat with such an animal, firm hands gripping dense fur, sharp claws tearing bronzed flesh, rippling muscle pulsing beneath... "Here we are," she said, stopping suddenly. Fred tried quickly to bring his mind back to the present. They had reached the edge of a clearing, and Fred recognized the King's palace on the other side. "You may take your friend where he will be cared for. I would invite you to return with me to my home, but it is a three day journey to the south, and your friend would surely not survive."
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