Something sparked deep down inside of Shill when the man snatched her up. She didn’t know what it was, but it was bred of fear and the urge to escape was quick to rush through her veins. Immediately she repressed it, the feeling was unnerving enough on its own without being let to grow. Was this a product of her arrival here, or had she always carried such troubling worries? 

Her silence may very well have earned her a beating, but thankfully the slighter young man spoke up, trying to reason out the situation. Her hands went up open-palmed in surrender, and she hoped the sword’s presence at her side wouldn’t be seen as a threat. It was sheathed and she planned to keep it just so, especially against people, and [i]especially[/i] against people who could likely be friends. 

[color=00aeef]"He's right, I'm just as lost as you are, friend. No need to be breaking anyone's face just yet, promise,"[/color] she said, offering a smile to the larger man. [color=00aeef]"What’re your names? Can’t hurt to know who we’re workin’ with.”[/color]

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