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"Look, see those two?" Gale asked, his arm around her waist as he pointed at the two. The woman was perched on a log sharpening a knife, the man sipping from a flask. "They're the most scarred up, most experience. I think we could trust 'em."
He said softly, trying to sound convincing. |
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She nodded, silent with fear and alertness |
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"We'll settle, yeah?" He asked of her, leading her back to their tent. |
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She nodded, half listening |
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Gale wasn't looking, noting her silence. |
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She followed him back to the tent, silent and thinking the whole time until the sun set. She grabbed a couple daggers and turned to Gale. "Let's hunt" |
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Gale hesitated, looking at her as he was hoping for just a simple night in before grabbing his knife. "Yeah...let's go."
He murmured, tone almost dissapointed. |
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"Nothing you've just been...oddly quiet. Even when everything is absolutely perfect you still don't say a word. It kinda seems that all the reassurance i'm trying to give you is flying right over your head..." Gale muttered, not looking at her. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
