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Aiza was startled when the man suddenly and appeared out of the fence as if he was a part of the wood itself. She scowled at him, pulling her cloak somehow ever tighter around her shoulders while fumbling with the fastener and connecting the fabric. Despite the face she was making, she listened to the mysterious stranger’s words as he spoke.

Aiza seemed to absorb what he had just said for a bit, seemingly lost in thought as she stared at the dirt weighing out the pros and cons of joining somebody who practically just appeared out of the gate. She took another step back and stared him straight in the eyes. [color=teal] “First of all, what the fuck?” [/color] she asked rather rudely, not even trying to sound atleast one bit polite and eyeing his outstretched hand as if it was something absolutely disgusting. Her own hand shifted to her other pocket, which concealed a particularly small and blunt dagger which had seen better days. If she needed a distraction to make a run for it, a stab anywhere in the chest would give her enough time despite how ridiculously unable it was to even poke through an apple’s skin.