[ And follow she does, quite closely. Though it's not quite so impressive in her case, Peony moves along as silently as Blaze does, her instincts sharpening as she listens for the sound of any other unexpected assailants. She also listens for any sound of betrayal, because even if she didn't ask Blaze to agree to the same, neither does she want to wind up with a knife in her gut.
That's more likely once they've actually recovered the goods, but one doesn't get far in this line of work without learning to be very, very careful.
They're nearly to the ship now, and the black marketeer is none the wiser to their presence. As he ascends to the deck, Peony slips up behind some nearby crates, pressing herself flat against them as her ears twitch in the direction of softly-spoken voices. Time to see how this unfolds. ]
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That's more likely once they've actually recovered the goods, but one doesn't get far in this line of work without learning to be very, very careful.
They're nearly to the ship now, and the black marketeer is none the wiser to their presence. As he ascends to the deck, Peony slips up behind some nearby crates, pressing herself flat against them as her ears twitch in the direction of softly-spoken voices. Time to see how this unfolds. ]