“So, how many Tilerian folk are here in our lovely tropical forest?” The leader of this small group asked me a while later as he led the way through the forest, glancing over his shoulder to send me a smile.
I kept quiet, keeping my head down to watch where I was walking.
“Oi, he asked you a question.” One of the brutes on my arms said shoving me roughly.
“Oh don’t worry, he’s just upset with us because we took his gun.” He spoke from ahead, pushing a branch out of his way, not bothering to hold it back as it flew back and slapped us all in the face.