''Jas she'll be fine'' Amelia tugged on my arm.
I'd been looking over my shoulder anxiously as we walked away. I hated leaving her alone in this trash hole of a city, but she was close enough to a human that she'd be okay, or at least I hoped so.
We walked past the crowd, who took a look at our bracelets and made sure to keep their distances. We all pulled up the hoods of our cloaks, and when we made sure the coast was clear, we slipped down an alleyway that led to the blacksmiths, and not a lot of the city's residents went down here. We casually walked over to a man in a cloak, and his hood up.
''Password'' A man asked from beside the doorway. He'd been sitting against the wall smoking, and to anyone passing by, he looked like a homeless man just resting in the shade.
''Daydrea'' Amel
