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	‘Oh no…’ Amber stopped in her tracks half way across the road from the tavern to her house. She lifted one hand to the side to stop Jack going any further as well. 

Jack had already stopped, though, when she had. And saw the same thing she had seen, the thing that made her stop. 

‘Oh no…’ he agreed, but added, ‘what does this mean?’ 

To their right, also standing in the middle of the road, was Torn. He had his arms folded, brutish face actually looking thoughtful with just a sliver of furrowing across his brow.  He had obviously been lured away from the work at his shop to take a better look at what all three of them were now gawking at. A Chilli. 

‘No sudden moves,’ whispered Amber to Jack, ‘just calm and easy, natural movements.’ 

‘Okay….’ He relied. ‘But why is it here?’  

She told him, ‘That is actually the bigger problem.’