posted on behalf of Serra

Serra stilled and watched Aiden trying to mimic his movements and his actions. In a proper town she would have been past them without them ever noticing her, she was good at sneaking around amongst people. Here in the forest she was completely at a loss and had turned over all leadership to Aiden without qualms. He knew what he was doing. Or so she assumed.

His plan, when he laid it out, sounded completely insane to her. How could two young kids handle three grown men. She would have snuck around them if she could have, gone on her way without the bandits being the wiser for her presence. Or she would have tried to. Still she trusted Aiden, she didn’t even know why, just that he seemed to inspire trust from her. Maybe it was as simple as he wasn’t one of the gang, but even those not in the gang beat her, kicked her, whatever whenever they caught sight of her. 

She nodded when he asked about the knife and drew it out. She didn’t want to give it to him, she knew the value of a knife and this one for all that it was weirdly made was at least quality and still sharp. Deep in her street rat instincts there was the call never to give up a weapon. They were worth more than their weight in silver. 

Her reluctance was plain in her eyes as she handed the blade to Aiden. She hadn’t realized that what he meant by “take him down” would be killing the bandit. If she had she wouldn’t have given it to him. She wasn’t a murderer, just a thief, and she was proud of that fact. Lots in the gang had crossed that line just in squabbles with rival gang members. But she didn’t realize Aiden’s intentions, and from what she could tell of Aiden’s plan she didn’t have to really do anything but hide so she nodded solemnly. 

“Ok” she said softly.