Erik had learned that the girl would come to the market, but the elezen had been given a head start, and where Erik would question people, the laughing man was not above torturing for answers. He knew what road she traveled. Walking the road, his suit, hat, and walking stick completely out of place in the forests of the Black Shroud. He soon found who he was looking for. A lone girl, no more then sixteen. He smiled and approached her, bowing when he reached her, "Good day Miss."
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