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Sarah was already running late for the shuttle when a merchant stopped her in her tracks.
“Look,” she started, barely keeping herself from knocking him to the ground. But then she saw it: a dagger with an intricately carved handle, small enough to tuck away but sturdy enough to do damage.
Dureena really didn’t need more knives considering how many she had strapped to her at any given moment. Sarah did enjoy having a reason to look at Dureena’s thighs, though, and since the complementary sheath would quell Sarah's concern of an accidental self-stabbing...
She sighed. “I’ll take that one.”