Sable blinked once. Where…exactly had all these people come from? Two males, one with a hood and one with a blindfold, followed by an eccentric girl who could apparently identify them. Looking down at her red attire, it wasn’t really hard to make that assumption, but still, Sable would have liked to keep some privacy. Oh the woes of a Mercenary.

Right then. First the blindfold man.

[color=ed1c24]“You are in Rivenwood sir.”[/color]

Next, the boy with the hood on.

[color=ed1c24]“I’m sorry to say sir, but we have no idea what you’re talking about. We simply arrived here to observe…the flowers. Flowers are nice.”[/color]

Best to lie and not give away their true mission. Competition was apparently bad enough as it was without more Mercenaries stealing their treasure.

Now the…er, fangirl?

[color=ed1c24]“Why yes miss, that is us. Please excuse our bluntness, but we really must observe those flowers.”[/color]

Sable said all this in her typical monotone. Sometimes it was best to have a robot for a partner. Straightforward answers and you never got sidetracked. Before Atreides could protest, Sable grabbed to his hand and hastily led him away from the clearing and away from the others. They had wasted enough time already, and she wasn’t going to let this particular bounty slip through their grasp.

[color=ed1c24]“It seems we’re not alone in our search,”[/color] she said rather obviously to her partner once a great enough distance was put between the others.