There was indeed a pistol being cocked at the young man's face, and Vivienne was giving him a serious, grim expression upon her visage, all ticks of the flirting teasing from earlier, gone. Her blue eyes were boring into his own as she looked stalked forward towards him a little. "And I thought you were a professional fighter", the brunette stated, until she heard banging coming from the front door. They found her! She needed to leave. Now! Noticing the blacksmith blocking the path to the backdoor, the brunette was getting impatient. "Move away, sweetheart", she told him, almost getting  desperate. 

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