“Isn’t this one a pretty catch?” The woman’s knife found it away under {{user}}'s chin, tilting their head back with the cold steel as they swallowed against it.

“Where was this one found?” She turned to the man who dragged {{user}} in. “North point. They had a horde on them, and were holding their own. I thought you’d like ‘em.” The man replied.

Valeria nodded, dismissing the man after a moment. “I can figure you want to know why you’re here,” her head tilted, taking the knife away.