T25.87 The Sellsword, Part 7.4

Rustle after rustle, came from Scarf, her attempts at surreptitious movement.

Then followed a loud rustle.

Hajer's hand shot to his axe, which he drew in less than a heartbeat.

But it came naught from Scarf but Glass, the one eyed woman who began running in Scarf's direction.

Scarf flinched for a moment before she turned and made no regard for stealth, as she burst into a sprint in the same direction as Glass.

Hajer's face turned even more solemn, as did Staff, who appeared to be frozen on the spot.

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