The faint sound of footsteps approaching woke Polthan up. His senses getting instantly on alert as he listened to the rustling outside his tent. Stealthily, he rushed out in one swift movement, his sickle tightly wielded in his hand as he held it to the unknown intruder’s neck. A feminine voice making him instantly put his weapon down as he simultaneously realized that there was a knife poking at his abdomen.
-Put that away, Cahenean – The distinctive sensual tone of the Nevarehan woman resonated in the night, throwing him out of balance – Unless you want to find out how fast I can gut you like a fish.
-P-Princess Favena – The young warrior stammered, strapping the sickle back to his waist – I'm so sorry, I thought you were an intruder… What are you doing wandering alone in the middle
