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"Yeah! Kill those sons of bitches!" I jeered, tossing one of the bandits over the edge of the tower. Sven was doing rather well with his opponents as well.

"Damn, you are badass! Well, considering you played a harp for a living." I clapped Sven on the shoulder as the last thief died.

"It was a Lute. Not a Harp." Sven corrected. I shook my head and opened the chest that resided in the middle level of the tower. "Uh... Sven? Did you by any chance find a golden claw on one of these guys?"

"No. I thought you might have found it." Sven frowned.


"AHHH! WHERE IS IT!?" I cursed, rampaging around the tower. "Lady Esira, I think if we just-" "I'VE CHECKED EVERYWHERE! Where could it be!" I slumped onto the ground, tired out from the outburst.

"Stop pouting, I'm sure we'll find it. Let's try going farther up the mountain to see if there are anymore hideouts." Sven nudged my leg with his foot.

"Do you really think we'll find it?" I looked up at him through the mess of hair that hing in my face. "Yes." he smiled encouragingly, holding out his hand to me.

"Oh, alright- but only a couple of miles. If we don't find it, then I'm pouting!" "Yeah, yeah." Sven chuckled. "I swear to you, I WILL!"


A/n

Wooo, yeah. Heh.

Explanation for shortness! I am in school now and homework is beginning to pile up. So is the impatience of the readers that I have managed to maintain. SO, I will try to get another chapter out by the end of the week.

Love,
VCT