They arrive in a small, dusty back-alley in central Bangkok. It is deserted and thus the first thing that meets them is the heat: harsh and bone-searingly dry, until Sam’s magic calls tiny breezes around them, keeping them cool. Though the alleyway is deserted, the buzz of people close by is loud in their ears, and at the entrance to the alleyway a
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"Oh, don't worry about me," she says absently. "I have lots and lots of practice at not getting lost."
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He quietly tags her with magic, just to be on the safe side, before they leave the alleyway behind, and plunge into the sea of people. Sam swears effortlessly in Thai, French, Arabic and English at the people who step on his feet or step into their path or attempt to knock them down with bikes and prams and rickshaws, always with one eye at the small person beside him and a hand on her shoulder.
Bangkok is a mixture of tawdry, jewel-coloured new and old; markets that might have been there for centuries- and indeed probably have- mingle effortlessly with the gleaming modern skyscrapers and monuments.
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Instead she stares round at everything in sight. Buildings, people, the sky, people... hey! Someone stepped on her foot! She curses at the offender in Sindarin. It would appear Sam is not the only person around with an extensive vocabulary.
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