The sound of rushing appeared in the middle of the church. A group of men were running with haste, one carrying a small boy on his shoulders as if it was a sack of radish and the other woman held the girl between her waist, running while they hastily covered their face by tugging the tip of their hood.
"Shit shit shit!" The woman cursed, almost stumbling but she managed to run again.
She then lifted her face to the tallest man in the group. The one with the biggest build and the large wound on his neck that was from a burning accident that had almost killed the rest of them. Nothing had gone the way they planned but it spooked them out the most when they realized the person they had followed was actually visiting the black dragon's lair.
"They saw us?" Another man yelled, "Elizabeth did they saw us?!"
"I don't know!" Elizabeth yelled, "But what the fuck was that?! That servant with that large scissor knew where we are immediately."
