It wasn't that difficult to slip away from the others, Farran Dask thought to himself as he strolled the city streets. Just a little surreptitious mind-brushing and the others wouldn't consciously pick up on the fact that he'd left. Of course, they'd all recognize it, and they'd all remember him leaving when Kip brought his absence to their attention, but until then, he'd be free to do whatever he wanted.
Farran knew he'd be in even greater trouble when Kip discovered that a few credit chits were missing from the stashed pile the young Knight had been saving up. But really, could he honestly expect Farran not to find it? With an amused snort, the eighteen-year-old stepped into a store that was selling random trinkets. While he was sure he wouldn't get anything, at least he could look.
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