[And threats do come. Not quietly or subtly, either. A lone, cloaked figure walks down the street, a single Goodra waddling along behind it. Though the ground beneath it's feet seems to ripple and shift. And in that cloaked hand? A spear, jagged like a bolt of lightning and covered with rapidly drying blood.
This was one of the guards, clearly. And they slow at the sound of voices, raising the weapon into a fighting stance.]
'They've' already come this way, girl.
[The voice is indistinct, weirdly modulated somehow by a mask, neither masculine nor feminine...but definitely threatening.]
One chance. Leave the city, now, and I won't pursue you.
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This was one of the guards, clearly. And they slow at the sound of voices, raising the weapon into a fighting stance.]
'They've' already come this way, girl.
[The voice is indistinct, weirdly modulated somehow by a mask, neither masculine nor feminine...but definitely threatening.]
One chance. Leave the city, now, and I won't pursue you.