Marrin and Doth don't like me anymore. I hear them talking to Sven, when they think I can't hear. Maybe they think the large ears are just for show? I can smell the fear on Marrin. Fear of the ease I with which I killed. Fear of my prediction of the sailor's death. As if I caused it somehow. I warned him, didn't I? He didn't want to listen. I'm sorry if my not seeming to care bothers people, but if I let myself get all broken up over every person who ignored me, I'd be a wreck all the time. Sven, ever the stereotypical rebellious teenager, has been swearing up and down that I'm a good girl, and a sweet lass, and so on and so forth.
Sometimes I'm amazed at how he can be so street savvy, yet so stupid at the same time.
We arrived in Stormwind, and they said that after we were done here, we'd be parting. Sven had a fit, and went on about how unfair it was. I think he was threatening to leave with me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I would enjoy the company, and the extra training. But I wouldn't enjoy taking some kid from his family. He'd regret it almost immediately, I'm sure. Though I'm not sure if I'll actually be leaving, per say. I'm considering hanging around in Stormwind, and learning from some of the gangs around here.
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