Trace

Just hearing news related to their mission was enough to set Diane into motion. She strode toward the slippery man, whose silver tongue had been distracting people moments earlier. Before she could reach him, the twin soldiers were already a step ahead, grabbing the thief and slamming him against the tavern wall.

The middle-aged thief's eyes widened in terror as his legs trembled uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry!" he stammered, his voice quivering.

Diane crossed her arms, her sharp gaze fixed on the twin soldiers.

"I was supposed to throw him first," she said, clicking her tongue in annoyance. After a moment of silence, she sighed and waved them off. "Forget it. Let's hear him out."

"We apologize, young lady," the twins said in unison, bowing their heads.