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SORRY ! I DIDN’T MEAN TO INTRUDE .
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hardly . conversation is hard to come by when you’re surrounded by a load of CRIMINALS — - though he doesn’t have any room to talk . she won’t give him a chance , either . rumor has it and rumor points ; he just wants a couple of answers. “
i’m just passing through . maybe you can tell me where the main road is ?
” ( LIAR . )
‘ but you DID , didn’t you . ‘ vernal doesn’t like him . she could give him directions - but why should she , when he’s the one at fault for getting himself lost . ‘ no one just passes through one of the most dangerous tribes - so , what do you want ? ‘ she’s not here at his whim or fancy - she couldn’t care less what happens to him . vernal would even kill him herself if chief let her.
SHE’S DANGEROUS , ISN’T SHE ? give or take a second to pass — - the plant goes from green and lush to curled and gnarled , caving in on itself within seconds . DEAD . GONE . WHAT A WASTE ! but it isn’t a threat ; she’s not significant enough to even hold that . still , his head tips and he makes a face . ( in interest that’s TOXIC at best )
oh , she doesn’t like him . it takes her BARELY two seconds to deduce that much . vernal turns , fingers itching for her weapon . not yet . he must be new - she doesn’t recognise him , and he’s stupid to sneak up on spring of all people .
‘ it’s the least of your concerns right now . what do you want ? ‘
