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'Right!' Skip said maybe just a little too loud.
'Good to have found you. Pack your stuff, we're going back to Baldur's Gate! Nono, hurry up now, the sooner we are out, the better. Let's hurry, and try not to alert the guards, okay? Oh, right. Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Skip, and I clean weapons and similar items over at the Hall of Wonders, though these guys keep saying I'm a thief. Don't know where they got THAT notion, 'cause it's not true. I mean, check with any guild you like, you'll not find ME a member. Anyway, the sooner we get back to Baldur's Gate, the better. Maybe then this slavedriver can let me go, 'cause I didn't want to come in the first place. Not that I don't like you, it's just that I'm not a born adventurer liek these guys over here. You'd better be careful though, 'cause most people don't like Drow where I come from and... and I should probably shut up now, right? Okay, no problem. Stealth is my middle name. Not that I'm a thief or anything, nonono..."
He felt a blush growing under their stares, but he figured it was too dark to see much anyway.
He also felt more and more gloomy. Had he really given away all his stuff? What would be there for him if he came back? Nothing.
But this little trip had been beneficial to him. He hadn't wet his pants over anything these last few hours, despite seeing things more scary than he could imagine. He couldn't (or wouldn't) imagine anything too scary though, because that made him afraid. But maybe he would be a bit more confident from now on. Good. That'll be useful next time I get caught.
Not that he planned to get caught again, if he did indeed get out of this alive.
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