"What do you want, Hunter Liv?" It was Swift, she rounded Ned and moved in front. She stood in between the two, cloak held on her arms, and gave Liv a wary look under the holes of her mask. Steam shut out under her mask. She uses a variety of masks, sometimes a single hole, double, or tiny holes. Her voice muffled big, which made Liv took a step backward. How could they not see her under the mask? Yes, the curves were gone by the leather coat she was wearing, and a fitting male trouser. But, still, the feminine side was there. Her movements were counted, and sometimes it was too obvious. Perhaps, Ned was keen eyes than the other.
"I-I," he said, a trail of tense between his words. "Swift, he—that dumb outlander broke the stone, Swift! Why are you with him?"
