As the rain dripped down Kit's neck, he tugged his coat up over his head, in a vain attempt to keep from drowning. As the soggy material flopped over his drenched locks, a soft splash at his feet drew his eyes downward.

"What the," he paused. Studying the colored box closely, it was obvious that one end was open, with playing cards sticking out from the end. "Oh damn," he cursed under his breath, "these must be those stupid razor cards that I bought. Which means..." he dug through his coat once more, this time procuring a set of perfectly normal playing cards. "Oh, I bet that stupid elf lady is really loving me now."

Kit glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting to see her storming after him, swords drawn, eyes ablaze with womanly indignation. His ears pricked up at a sound to his left.