Aria clutched the knife in her right hand, fingering the leather-wrapped handle. She prayed that she would not have to use it, although she knew a time would come when the knife would be needed.
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Zane groaned to himself, beating the ground once with the tip of his staff, angry that he was unable to find the small, fast girl who's been beside him. He stalked off deeper into the woods, trying to find somewhere that he could set up camp.
((They need to run into someone. X3 ))