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Having watched Petra disappear into the crowd; procuring goods for the trip, a common task for many, he guessed. Fearing that she would get lost, if they had gone too much further. Syn clicked his blades together, to get the inevitable's attention, as he slowed his movement to a near-halt near the west gate.
(Whats that lassie? Little jimmie fell down the wishing well?!)
"Yes?" Asked Zelekhut turning to face Syn wondering what the dancer could want.