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Gavrouche
Camouflaged by the trees, he watches the figure ahead, crouched against the bushes, apparently spying on something beyond. ~ Here's my chance... ~ A characteristic smirk forms on his cracked lips and he licks them to allay their dryness.
Treading silently, he draws out a dagger with his right hand and makes his way toward the figure. Whipping out his gloved left hand, he covers the mouth of his prey and presses the blade of the dagger against his throat.
"Let's make a deal here, bud. You hand over your goods, and I'll return you your life." ~ To emphasise his point, he applies pressure on the blade, and grins as he senses the tension surge through his victim.
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