Moonlight Alpha
tly polished silver, gold weightier than a fully grown man and gems that sparkled bri
major loss in crops due to substandard fertilizers. The woman at the seamstress store to Peter's left acted all chipper as though she didn't have to pay ridiculous prices for her materials and ludicrous taxes to secure her shop in the outer circle. The delicious meals in the food stalls could never te
en and directed by one puppet master, Linc
and turned to answer. It was Ian, a Delta
d," he answered. That was a joke consid
he knew that he hadn't been looking for him at all. "Man! This place is huge." He exclaimed as he came up to him and Peter lau
ecause of his build, one would mistake him for a mean guy who got angry at the slightest prov
amples, he couldn't deny that his interest lied somewhere else - the se
us holding three skewers in his right hand while stu
half eaten skewer forgotten in his left hand. There was a ne
he chewed on it. Glancing back at the food stall he got it from, he wondered if they could double back and get mor
e liked it. "Ian, check out the next stall," he whispered to his side without looking. His eyes wer
needles, something that looked like a clamp and two daggers. Soon everyone was clapping and he joined them. If he had come here to actually
do people even come up with this stuff?" Ian complained. He he
ll," Peter retorted, noting a shop owner with a s
en standing near you.
the giant's signature annoyed
always disappear whenever you enter the streets of Laredo. One
awing, it was obvious that this was this man's first time acting as a beacon for the rebels. The illustration on the paper was about a building i
The little troublemakers probably thought themselves more of an accomplished artist than the sho
e a few paces behind them. "
hing that would buy his attenti
ound, Peter masked his scent a
ching a wiff of his best friend's scent. "That's it. I'm going home," he huffed, knowing better than to