Two men stood side by side, both around 6’2 tall. One had jet black hair, chiseled jawline, and held a silver-tipped dagger in his right hand. The other had messy brown hair, rugged build, and carried a holstered pistol loaded with silver bullets.
Next to them was a third man, slightly shorter, with spiky blonde hair and a long wooden crossbow in his right hand. A woman with long, curly red hair stood beside him. Her brown eyes fixed intently ahead with silver chains hung loosely around her waist.
“Why does it feel like every single time I find a place to rest, something bad always seems to happen?” I wondered.
I took another cautious glance from where I was hiding, hoping to find a way to get past them without being noticed, but they had all vanished..
Where did they go?" I mumbled
