She blinked once. Twice. Thrice.
He’s… he’s one of them.
He’s also one of us. A tribute. Just work with him for now. You never need to do it again after.
She turned away from him and did what he’d asked.
She dodged around the newcomer as she rushed to another table.
The tavern owner came over to Wit and July’s table. “Is everything alright this evening?”
It was not long at all before Jolane returned with the pigs and the water. She was grateful for the tavern’s dim lighting- the mark on her face wouldn’t be visible.
She looked up at Mark, then down to Dougella. She was going to be okay.
He might not be.
She held her dagger and stealthily approached the Peacekeepers. Once she got close enough, she tapped her speed and targeted both the arms of every one she could.
She wasn’t going to kill anyone. Not again. But she could at least let Mark get out.