This can't happen here. Not in Lirene's place. It's supposed to be a safe place -- not for people like him, but for his people. Whatever this is, it can't happen in this safe place.
That's the only thing he can think as he goes through the door, stumbling on the first step or two. Outside the usual Lowtown reek hasn't gone anywhere -- but at least there's a tepid breeze, and the merchants are nearly done packing up their tables for the night in the bazaar. He plants his hands firmly on one of the empty tables -- a board thrown over a sawhorse -- and lowers his head, finally gulping in air.
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This can't happen here. Not in Lirene's place. It's supposed to be a safe place -- not for people like him, but for his people. Whatever this is, it can't happen in this safe place.
That's the only thing he can think as he goes through the door, stumbling on the first step or two. Outside the usual Lowtown reek hasn't gone anywhere -- but at least there's a tepid breeze, and the merchants are nearly done packing up their tables for the night in the bazaar. He plants his hands firmly on one of the empty tables -- a board thrown over a sawhorse -- and lowers his head, finally gulping in air.