But that thought was snuffed out after lingering in her mind for barely half a second.
After all, there was someone so powerful nearby.
"Good thing I prepared plenty of stuff in advance."
Fivik pursed her lips and reluctantly took several differently colored stones from her Dimensional Bag, placing them before the korred for it to choose from.
"Woof! Are we sure we don't need to go find He Xi?" Bruce squatted at her feet and asked for the Nth time.
"Why do you have to ask every single day? I told you, he's not in any danger." Without even looking up, Fivik replied, "Besides, if we leave, what about that blond kid?"
"B-but that's not what you said a few days ago," Bruce immediately retorted. "You said we'd already gotten what we came for, so we should hurry back."
"Then my friend told me the annual market was about to be held, and you..."
Fivik froze. "Keep talking, and when the time comes, I'll tell He Xi everything you've been up to these past few days. Think it over carefully. I'm not afraid of him, but you..."
Before she could finish, she suddenly jerked her chin behind Bruce. "Look, your good friend has come looking for you again."
As her words fell, a long, snow-white leg clad in a lace stocking appeared before Bruce.
Under Fivik's expression of And you've got the nerve to say that?, the dog wagged its tail without a shred of dignity and happily trotted after that long leg, vanishing into the depths of the market.
Before a stall at the busiest part of Prismeer Market.
All manner of fey creatures crowded together—glowing pixies hovered in midair, pointy-eared dryads stood on tiptoe, and even several short, stout brownies tried to squeeze through gaps between legs.