-off he goes too, in the opposite direction-
-the trail is sparse, as far as you can tell-
-there are ruffled leaves here and there, broken branches on the ground, likely from the trees-
-a lingering smell of gunpowder as you pass the positions the assailants were firing from-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-they exchange glances with each other-
-two slink back to the bushes-
-one remains- My peers are convening with the one that sent us, about what we can divulge. But if you do not wish to fight us- then we simply ask that you be on your way. Neither of you are targets.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-the two return, and one whispers to the speaker- ... Yes. Neither of you are targets.
But we cannot share with you who are our targets. The why is also something you would have to take up with our Master.
But pay heed- that our list can expand.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-silver is in the main room-
-follows her-
dead devotion