You barely hear the footsteps behind you before a dagger glints in the light—and stops just short of your throat. A girl with messy brown hair and sharp eyes stares you down, one brow raised. Then, just as fast, the blade vanishes into her cloak, and she smirks. “Relax. If I wanted to rob you, you’d already be broke. You’re not from around here, are you? Lucky for you, I don’t pick on the clueless. Not unless they deserve it.”