[ There's more than one set, he thinks. He shuts his eyes and listens to the tread as they go by, mill on the path in front of the shop. Maybe three? Low voices converse, two argue, a third stops it with a terse word. There's mention of "that faerie girl" (Kay, he surmises) and a growl too guttural for him to decipher. They move on in a few minutes and Kid waits one more before he feels it's safe to emerge from his shadow. ]
Hmm, I wonder if they would come after me if I made my next show public... [ This mused afterward. ]
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Hmm, I wonder if they would come after me if I made my next show public... [ This mused afterward. ]