Ch. 4, Page 11

With her hand cupped over her right ear, blocking out the noises of the bazaar, Ehlissa could hear a little bit more of the conversation going on inside. This man who claimed to be Erac's Cousin was explaining his relation to Erac with an exasperated tone, then was asking about buying something...

Gradually, Ehlissa became aware that her skirts were moving behind her. She craned her neck for a look behind her and saw either a dwarf or a midget, wearing Baklunish garb, lifting her skirts with his wavy-bladed dagger. The little pervert seemed so intent on helping himself to a look under her skirts that he failed to notice he had been caught, and was still off-guard when Ehlissa spun around and pushed him away.

"Leave me alone!" she said, being careful to sound menacing, without sounding so loud to be heard inside the tent. "I am a conjuress!"

"Heh, heh!" the short male said, twirling his dagger in his hand. Her threat only seemed to amuse him. She stepped back, but he lunged for her faster. His arm shot up and grabbed her near her wrist with vice-like strength...