Not that Sarlyn wanted it; but shining brightly up at her from the gather's dirt paths was a expensive leather pouch, full of good tailor marks. Without thinking about it the tiny girl picked it up. She didn't think to check for onlookers before she stuffed it inside her own shawl, and scampered quickly away. But once she reached the safety of a nearby tent, she peered out to see if anyone else had noticed.
Only two people, one drudge and one dragonrider were in that area, and both seemed preoccupied with something else. With each other. Sarlyn thought wickedly, and watched them |
