They turned the bend, and Dauphin could feel that something wasn't right. It was very quiet, too quiet. She tightened her grip on the dagger that was hidden beneath her cloak.
"Goin' somewhere?" she turned around to face a man that was short and round. His smile was crooked and his teeth were yellow, just the look of him made bile rise to her throat. He held a pistol in his left hand and if seemed he had followers somewhere behind the trees. She wasn't using her powers it was just the smell of unwashed clothes that reeked. She turned to her companion: his brown eyes looked fierce and determined. Oh no, she thought unhappily, not another fight.
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