The Tangle Hands to your hymnals, hell's at the door

She watched him carefully, but he did not show any sign of aggression.  Instead he appeared defensive, as wary as she herself.  She huffed out a small breath of allowance, then took a step back, her bearing shifting as she did.

Are you here to ensure we get lost as well, or are you just here by chance?  She asked as she listened, waiting to see if he came out or chose to remain where he was.  Her tone was not unfriendly, but she didn't completely relax.  It could very well be that he was biding his time, playing dumb until his silent friends had her surrounded.   At least with the wind behind, she'd know if they came between herself and the cliffs.

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