"Loud Thieves, Clumsy Princesses, Kleptomaniac Witches and Pyromaniacal Knights"

Juni risks looking back at her dagger. So close… but it’s too far to get to in time. She’s unarmed. She drops her hand and looks back at Naveil. “Please don’t hurt me…” Her tone is desperate.

Resh stalks nearby, staring at Naveil. The tip of his sword drags on the ground, leaving thin cuts in the ground. He’s close enough to run over and decapitate Naveil if he tried to hurt Juni, but not close enough to be noticed by Naveil.

This was an… interesting decision. One that Naveil wasn't exactly too sure how to deal with.
If this stranger had had the audacity to do this in the Everchill? He'd send them back to their clan-camp.
In a few more pieces than usual, though.
But this wasn't the Everchill, and with every plant-dander-infested breath, Naveil was becoming more anxious to return. Besides, the stranger's kinsfolk here probably wouldn't be too happy about that, either.
He settled back down on the rock, sitting cross-legged.
"Alright then. Keep talking. Here."

It felt like there was a hole in Salmook's chest as he watched Juni get up and leave. He turned to Naveil, and, in his more fluent Native-tongue, tried to plead with him.
"Naveil, couldn't we–"
"No."
He shuddered. He's angry, don't push him. That's not what he'd want.
Salmook cast another glance Juni's way. She was crouching, now, picking up her daggers. A look crossed Naveil's face, like he had just fit two pieces of a particularly annoying puzzle together. Salmook caught the muscles in Naveil's arm tense. Bad sign.
"Naveil, please. It's–"
"Quiet."
Yikes. That was his "I'm-actively-threatening-you-now-so-you'd-better-listen" voice. Salmook had never been on the receiving end of it before. For a heartbeat, it felt like his soul had left his body.

(I feel like I'm way overdoing it with these replies, but MAN formatting is neat.)
(Anyways, yeah, just tell me if I am, I'll try to cut it down, lol.)

Naveil kept his eyes on Juni until he was comfortable with their distance. He let out a deep breath he hadn't even known he was holding.
He was still pissed, obviously, but this was a step in the right direction. He leaned forward on the rock to get a better view of Salmook in all of his terrified glory. He didn't sheathe his weapon. He kept it in plain sight, the threat of its very presence enough for right now.
"Tell me, Salmo. What did you two talk about, hhmm?"
Naveil knew he'd hit something when Salmook hesitated, panicked, and shook his head.

"Tell me. What you talked about."
It felt like Naveil's gaze was pinning Salmook to the ground. Everything inside of him was a mess. He didn't want to tell the truth. What would Naveil do to the strangers if he knew? What would Naveil do to him?
But Salmook couldn't lie either. He couldn't think of a good lie. Not this fast. And even if he could, he had a gut feeling that Naveil would see through him like wet parchment. Naveil's voice was low, and it echoed in Salmook's skull for entirely too long.
"Don't lie to me. I'll know."

Naveil had seen enough. He knew everything he needed to.
"Get up. We're leaving."
Salmook hesitated on the grass, an oddly thoughtful look in his eye. Like he was… considering something?
"That's an order. Or I'll drag you by the spine."
That did the trick. Salmook was on his feet in half a heartbeat.
Naveil stood up from the rock and led the way, keeping his eyes on the kid.
And he almost walked directly into the stranger he'd shoved aside earlier. Great.

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