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Brielle dug her magic talking stone from hersatchel and spoke to someone. When she was done, she spoke to someone else. Afterwards, she spoke to him.
“Hit man,” the talking stone relayed.
She saw his confused look and pantomimed knocking the intruder in the head, then pretended to fall unconscious to the floor. Smiling,Garenthslammed a fist to the man’s temple. The intruder slumped, and he let the man go to pull her into his embracewith relief.
They spoke no words as they tightly held each other. There was no need for words. They were grateful, knowing they had avoided possible serious harm.
After a while, Brielle pulled away and hurried into the next room, returning with a bag whose contents she dumped on the bed. Picking up a shirt and another garment, she held them out to him.
“Put on.”
That he understood andquickly dressed. She showed him how to fasten the breeches since they didn’t tie, and then handed him a pair of sandals. Everything fit, to a degree. The clothing felt strange but not uncomfortable.
“Stay,” she ordered him, and left him alone to watch over the intruder. He didn’t miss the fact that she took the man’s weapon with her. Although he didn’t know what she planned to do next, he trustedher completely. In the meantime, he was entrusted with guarding the prisoner.
Pressing a foot to the unconscious man’s neck, he waited for her return.
