"I guess?" Almara tilted her head. "Why does it matter? I'm not your enemy, I promise, I was just sent out here to ask for your help."
"If you're not from the west hills, then how did you hear about me?" He asked, still paranoid.
Zik instantly realized that Jimmy made a very good point there, so he pushed the tip of his spear in Almara's back. A stream of blood dripped out, tiny, but enough to send the message. He was craving to stab this woman through her back, he couldn't care less what her story was, and he was waiting for her to say the wrong thing.
"Better answer quickly," He grinded his teeth.
Almara flinched, and in a panic, she shouted. "I saw you dumping snakes in the river! That's how I know about you!"
