Forbidden-Alchemy

                         Little Sister at the Side “Are you certain this is all you have, Yoki?” the brawny Ishvalan gruffly asked the scrawny, pallid man with the pencil-thin mustache. “Of course! Why should I hold from you, sir?” the runt of a man wheezed with the sonority of a broken puny tin whistle. Yoki was the runt’s name, and his “partner” went only by the moniker of Scar, so deemed by the authorities because of the prominent x- shaped scar on his stern broad forehead. “I am so sorry, Mr. Scar and Mr. Yoki! This is all I have left from crossing Xing.” Piped the girl dejectedly