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.Caught up in her daydream, she didn't notice that the Thayan she had been staring at did not appear to appreciate her attentions.A squat barmaid with a dusky complexion and black hair moved over to Tazi's table with a rag.She wiped down the small table and checked on the level of Tazi's drink.Seeing that Tazi needed a refill, the barmaid reached over and plucked the mug from her unresisting fingers."Want another?"When Tazi didn't answer immediately, the woman followed her gaze to the Thayan who was still lingering at the bar.He was starting to glower back at Tazi, but she was a thousand leagues away.The barmaid shook her head and leaned closer, as if she was taking an order."Listen, dearie," she spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, "you don't want to be doin' that.""What?" Tazi finally asked, partially breaking off her daydream."You can't just stare at them of Mulan blood.You're' beneath their station, and you don't want to make them angry at you.""Why not?" Tazi asked in a half-interested tone."Because," the woman told her, "if they decide they don't like you or something you did, it's off to the magistrate you go.And you're done for.""Thanks for the suggestion," Tazi replied."But why bother yourself over me?" Tazi was leery of advice she hadn't solicited or paid for.The flat-chested barmaid sighed."Because you seem like an all right sort.You've paid your bills and haven't smashed the place up as so many of your kind do.And I think you're the sort that if you're not careful, you fall into trouble.In fact," she said, scrutinizing Tazi carefully, "you look like the kind that trouble just plain follows.And I'd prefer that it follows you somewhere else and not in my father's place.Another round?"Tazi nodded numbly, the words "father's place" ringing in her ears, as the barmaid walked away.She lipped back into the past—to the day she left her father's place to come here.Tazi's gear had also been spread out on her bed, much like the youngsters' at the inn, as she conducted a last inventory.Counting off crampons, Tazi was startled at Steorf's unannounced entrance."Where are you going?" he had demanded."To do what I have to," Tazi had replied in a clipped tone.Her hackles had risen immediately at his intrusion.Just because she and the blond-haired mage had grown closer did not mean that they shared a bed, regardless of what others thought.And Tazi had not given him free run of her private rooms."You're going to follow him, aren't you?" he accused her.Tazi noticed that Steorf avoided using Cale's name whenever possible."No, I'm not," she answered more softly when she realized he was acting out of jealously."Then why won't you let me come with you?" he asked, calming himself down as well."Because this is something I have to do for myself," she had told him honestly."Please understand that.Besides," she had joked in an effort to lighten the somber mood, "you have studies to complete.""They don't matter anymore," he had said darkly.Tazi had frowned at his words a little.Since they had returned from Calimport, she had noticed he was quieter than he had ever been.And there were times she felt certain he was hiding something from her.She had resolved then that when she returned from Thay, she was going to find out what was going on.But she had to come to Thay before all else."Well, that may be, but I have to go alone.It's the only way to make it right," was all she had offered him by way of an explanation.She recalled how his steel- gray eyes had softened at her entreaty."I'm not sure exactly what you mean," he had replied, "but I think I understand.Would you do me one favor, though?"She had moved to stand next to his large frame and had looked up into his eyes."If I can, I will," she had promised."Wear this and think of me." Before Tazi could say or do anything, Steorf had fastened a thin, silver chain around her neck.Tazi craned her head down to get a better look at the unexpected gift.Dangling on the end of the delicate necklace was a shard of an amethyst gem.The stone was all that Tazi had left to remind her of her fateful journey to Calimport and of the friend she had sacrificed there for a greater good."How did you get this?" she had wondered in amazement."I've kept it locked up ever since we returned."For the first time since entering her rooms, Steorf looked slightly pleased."You're not the only accomplished thief," he reminded her, "or have you forgotten some of my other skills?"Tazi had smiled up at him."It's lovely," she whispered."But it looks so fragile.Maybe I should leave it here."Steorf placed his large hand over the stone and against Tazi's throat."Don't worry," he had assured her, "I've seen to it that the chain won't fail." He ran his finger along the edge of the silver."It's much like you.It looks delicate, but it is as strong as forged steel."Smiling, Tazi played with the chain unconsciously as she sat at her table, unaware of the fetching picture she presented.The young man who had been gathering information nodded to the old barfly and approached Tazi's table
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