(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

yeh've gone. And another thing yeh should do..."
As she completed her lesson, trickles of memory flowed back. Sometimes
her words became a muted buzz, other times what she told me seemed to
echo with haunting familiarity.
I'd done this before, I was sure of it.
"...so dress down a little, maybe try not to look so threatenin', and yeh
might catch yer mark off his guard - or off his gourd, if he's been hitting the
bub."
"All right. So try to act non-threatening, relaxed, like the target means
nothing to you, then strike when you're just out of his sight?"
"Aye, that's the dark of it. Now what?"
"Well... I thought I might be able to teach you some things."
"What? Are yeh serious?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yeh? Teach me? Yer a
quick learner, I'd say, but yeh're still a bit green ta teach me anythin'."
I shrugged, "I thought I could give you some pointers."
"Aye?" She smirked, not quite believing. "Like what?"
"Well, I think your tail gives you away a lot more than you realize. I've
noticed you twitch it when you're being watched or nervous; it's enough so
someone looking in the shadows for you might notice. And another thing..."
When we were done I shared all I knew of lockpicking...
"You're using the wrong lockpicks when you try and pick locks. The ones you
have could use the following: one with a Y-tip, and another with..."
…to know-how of trap disarming…
"Not only should you look for signs trap have been placed, but there's other
signs you can tell as well, from sulfur in the air, to changes in temperature,
to -- "
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