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The Cleric and the Thief (Scene 4)
A Fantasy Serial Story — Scene Four: “The Mission”
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Scene Four — “The Mission”
The bandit leader knelt over Tristan on the cavern floor. The others had withdrawn to a respectful distance. She tightened a cloth bandage around his ribs and dabbed a wet cloth over the cuts and bruises on his face. Tristan stirred, moaning in pain, and cracked open his eyes to see his leader’s fierce scowl.
She was holding a canteen and Tristan’s semi-conscious state was her signal to pour its contents onto his face. His eyes shot open in shock. He flinched and winced as if his skin was on fire. He blinked several times but his gaze was still glassy and unfocused.
“Foolish boy!” she spat out. “It took me ages to get Drake off you. You should have known better than to interfere with our robbery.”
Tristan snatched his leader’s hand, his fingers wrapping tightly around her wrist. His eyes blazed with anger. “There was no reason to rough up that old woman, Adria! Or rob her last precious possession!”
Adria’s face hardened and she lashed out with her free hand, slapping Tristan hard…
