Under her placid eyes, K'takka's small mouth twisted into a strangely sweet smile that sharpened her tattoos to razor lines. "K'haali, dear, than you for working so hard." The old woman moved forward on her thin limbs, holding the pillow in one hand as she inched forward to pry the bag open with her fingernails. She rolled out a stone, that shone in the sparse light, and exhaled, "Ah, is this gold? Treasured by Ul'dahns! Oh, K'haali tell me." Her silver eyes flashed up to the red-haired girl, and her frayed tail moved in truncated curls behind her. "Tell me that it's gold."
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