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	One might swear that a glint of red swelled in the edges of the Constable's eyes as his lips curled into a satisfied smile. He had to look up to lock eyes with Kathryn, the tall and powerful warrior who stood before him, though if her stature was a concern for him he showed nothing of it. No words, nor posturing were wasted at this time. She stood in his way. If he had his druthers on the matter, soon she would not. 

	With blinding speed that one wouldn't imagine from a man of his stature, Cavendish suddenly reversed his grip on his hammer and darted forward. The shaft of his hammer lay across his forearm, its well-crafted head providing just a little extra oomph when connection was made. Cavendish had only a couple of feet; nevertheless enough room to build up sufficient momentum to knock the woman prone. He casually stepped over Kathryn's fallen form and nonchalantly ordered to his guards behind him, [color=darkgray][b]"Pincushion that bitch and anyone else who tries to stop us."[/b][/color] 

	The Constable strode to the front door of the Mr. Mallard's shop and gave the door a stout kick. The door, presently latched but not barred, shuddered and swung open. A look of surprised amusement came over his face. The women he had earlier referred to as "The Barmaid" and "The Pretty One" stood between him and the silversmith.