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      "Allana!!"        Sam's lisp yell was unmistakable and she hurriedly slid the box under her sheets before locking her room and striding downstairs. Sam had his hands on his hips and scowled at her while Brent whimpered on a stool holding his now bandaged hand.         "You got thom splaining to do girl." He grabbed her by the arm before she could step off the last stair and dragged her over to Brent. "Why did you brake Brenths pinky when all he tried to do wath give you a tip?"         Alla

The next three days were a blur to Allana; the pub was unusually bustling and the alcohol kept flowing. The poor woman was jogging left and right, filling up a mug here or cleaning up a spill there. The innkeeper was in a special mood today, the kind of mood that made the woman want to grab him by the jaw and shake him like a rag doll; forget about grabbing him by the neck. The man was in a particularly snappy mood that evening and the woman bit down on her tongue to keep from being fresh. Fighting back would do no good and only make things worse. So she did what she does best and tuned out the overgrown human.      In the three years that

     Allana was shocked at the speed the woman’s feet were carrying her, she kept her normal pace and yet the crone was still a few feet ahead of her. The two crossed under the bridge and Allana found herself in a part of the town that she had never seen before.      It had an eerie yet homely feeling; the buildings were smaller and more compact. The tiny shops they did pass were unlike anything she had ever saw in the main square. The trek through the cranny of unusual shops was short, the crone stopped outside a peculiar looking store. It was a dark green with black trim, faded on the

     Slim, white knuckled hands gripped the side of a worn mug; its contents giving her some means of comfort. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep her from the throats of the civilians who had to choose this particular day to be loud and obnoxious. She was in no mood for this and their cheering didn’t help.      The humans were celebrating some big event that required huge amounts of rum and drunken singing. The female could’ve cared less about their happiness, however she found her mind wondering what it was they were celebrating. Her grip relaxed as the mug was lifted