"Peculiar," said Shashoh calmly as he looked at an autumn leaf frozen in motion down to the ground and then carefully took it in two paw fingers, moved a bit and let go. The leaf didn't fall. "That's a rare talent you got there."
The beaver looked around in confusion and started to meddle with the bent sword. Fortunately it was wobbly enough for him to slip out of the knot and he started to slowly creep away. Dalavesta inconspicuously gave a sign not to stop him. He disappeared in an alley.
"You question them, I'll follow him," she said and nimbly climbed onto a nearby house.
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"It is nothing," Grace said to Hunter. "Let us move out."
The sooner this world is purified, the better, she thought.