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Ambra narrowed her eyes and scowled, a very unusual sight for the russet haired woman. But this woman was getting on her nerves. She was a thief trying to steal their supplies, and she was going to chase her away. The thief walked until the pot was in between them. She was planning something... Ambra nearly jumped out of her skin when she ripped the pot from the fire and took off. Squeaking, she readjusted her aim, and, closing her eyes, prepared to strike. She would have if Vellia wouldn't have run past her and told her not to shoot. Ambra gazed after the two, seeing Vellia stop the thief and say something to her.

Now, Ambra never got angry, but she was truly pissed at the moment. Her brows furrowed and she pouted childishly. Even that was an amusing sight. She trotted up to them and huffed loudly. "That was really rude." she told the thief, the frown still on her lips. "She just snatched that pot without even asking! And she would have taken more if I hadn't stopped her." her eyes flicked between the thief and the woman. "Maybe she's a Ylissean spy that is supposed to poison our stew? Or maybe she was sent by Darrian to make sure we starve?" paranoia was gripping her once more, and she trembled.

"Vellia, we aren't actually going to trust her, right?" the question escaped her lips before she could stop it.

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