The dates were especially sweet. Every time she popped one in her mouth, her toes curled in pleasure. Ambra thanked Naga that she had found this fruit. If she hadn’t… she would have died on the spot. Her stomach roared as she began to fill it. She would be able to sleep well that night, and that cheered her up. The red haired woman hadn’t been able to sleep for a while, and dark rings hung under her eyes. It was obvious that she was not well. Fatigue had ravaged her body. But now that she actually had food in her stomach… she was going to be better. At least… she hoped so.

Something caught her attention. It was the sound of footsteps. She turned to look in that general direction, but it was too late. The man was already on her. A blade shimmered in the sunlight as it swung down toward her, making her yelp and roll out of the way. Her body was screaming for rest, but she had to get out of the way. If she didn’t, she would be slaughtered by a pig. [b]”Wait! I don’t mean harm!”[/b] she cried out, sitting up and raising her hands in submission. Her eyes were wide with fear and she was trembling. It was a young swordsman, looking in worse shape than she was in. [b]”Don’t kill me!”[/b]