Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

Sobeille was not pleased. Sam's heart bounced into his throat when she turned on him, eyes like the flash of a sharp knife in a very motivated lunatic's coat pocket. He licked his suddenly parched lips and began to back away, nodding hard enough to light the fuse on a future headache.

Without another word, because what could he possibly say, Sam followed the thief's prints into the forest.