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After losing most of my robes, I won't be passing for a little old lady
anytime soon. The dress I am left with, which was apparently designed as
an undergarment, is thin, sleevless, low cut, and short. However, with no
other activity on this street I'm not worried about being spotted. In
fact, for what I'm about to attempt, it's probably a good thing,
since my movement won't be inhibited by bulky garments. Unfortunately,
the dress is white, and along with my white hair means I'll be noticed
immediately if Maris or his guards turn around for any reason.
I head down the rear alleyway and soon find the cross street I'm looking for. 10 seconds later, I am in position, about 30 feet behind Don, Nadia, and the lone guard. I can now see Don for the first time in more than a month, and realize how much I've missed him. No time to think of that now, just do what you have to do, I tell myself. Zal is still haggling with Maris as I step into view. He makes a barely visible gesture to indicate that he's seen me. He continues talking up Maris, who seems not to have caught on. I remove my sandals, fearing that my footsteps will be audible on the cobblestone streets. Then, readying my knife and gathering my courage, I move forward.
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