by Tereza Rozanov » Sat Oct 07, 2017 2:27 pm
"Don't know," Tereza said as they get down the alleyway, Isolde a little ways ahead. "I..." Tereza's cut short at the two men appear out of nowhere and slam her against the wall. They both produce knives, one of them held at Tereza's throat. The smell of silver is obvious.
The man not currently threatening to cut Tereza a new air hole looks at Isolde. "We got your back, hunter," she says, "We'll deal with her. The master has sent us to cut you loose."