of the guild anymore, she couldn't bring herself to murder an innocent child.Especially not one of her own kind. There are so few of us.Haily let go of her dagger. She quickly stood up taking a quick lookaround to see if the Watchers had spotted them. She tried to help the boy upbut his legs were too wobbly to stand. She picked him up carrying him intothe shadows of a nearby alleyway."Are you all right child?" Her mother would have been proud, if sheknew who her mother was."I-I think so," The boy still couldn't stand. "What happened?""You were out in the middle of the night. Wandering through thestreets. I didn't see you and ran right into you. What are you doing out at thistime of night? Where's your kin?""Kin, your not serious are you. I don't have any halfling relatives. I'mon my own, okay."He seemed a little less fragile now that his head had cleared. "Soyou're an orphan?""What about it?" The boy was becoming more hostile. "And what theheck are you running from, hmm?""Don't sass your elders child." Haily tried to dodge the question."Halflings have to stick together.""Don't call me a child. And you're not my elder.""Why don't we go to the Temple of Yondalla an ask the High Priestess if she agrees with you on that, hmm.""N-no, that's all right. I'm sorry. I'm just a little sore, okay?""Fine. Now, where do you live?""Um, you’re looking at it." The boy pats his clothes, turns aroundseveral times then sits down in the alley."You live in the streets. Of Stonn City. Do you take me for a fool? Noone lives on the streets in this city. Not unless they want to go to prison orget thrown out of the city.""Well, I don't really live here. I live wherever my feet take me. I'm justpassing through, honest."