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"Forget I even said anything, poison makes your mind all wonked." He mused, shifting to stand. "C'mon, let's move. And once we reach the oceans, we're leaving Europe"
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Kayla just followed him silently, her arms crossed and out of his reach
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"I mean, if you don't want to come, then i'm sorry, but I can't stay here no more. I'm wanted in thirty kingdoms and I got problems of my own. Doubt you'll stay but if you do, good luck stayin." Gale said quietly, using the moon for direction.
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"Of course i'm not staying."
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Gale smiled slightly at the news. "Good, had a small feeling you would stay so I was freaking out but, knew you wouldn't."
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Kayla nodded and began walking a bit faster
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Gale looked down to reach for her hand, frowning for a second before catching a feeling of unease. "Something isn't right," He muttered, drawing his knife as two figures on horseback and a clump emerged from the bushes. It took Gale a second to process who it was. It was Colm O'Driscoll, and in a chokehold was Dutch.
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Kayla drew her two daggers, walking with her back to Gale, glancing around them
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"I....I..." Gale started, trying to form words. "Yeah yeah son of a bitch, you want him free, then you let us get paid by turning you in to the guard." Colm snapped, voice full of venom. "Dutch, after all this time I figured it's either you or me. Way I see it," He paused, Gale's voice stark against the silence. "might as well be you."
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Kayla watched the surrounding trees, anxious
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