humans and all other species to their death!"
With that sentence on his lips, James directed his steps towards the playground and thus towards her.

"Stand still!"
Claire had just climbed into the memories of the time and gave a start when she heard the druid's footsteps.
She had completely forgotten that she was not alone.
"What do you want?"
The druid's footsteps, muffled by the leaves, had paused after their first warning and he seemed to be waiting."I just want to talk to you guys."
His voice was soft and he smelled of old books and expensive coffee.
Claire felt no malice behind his words.
"Then talk, but I'm warning you! One wrong question and you were once a druid!"
There was a brief silence and Claire made a mental note that she was dealing with a cautious and thoughtful guy.
She had learned long ago that it made sense to memorize every encounter with a druid or broker. It is not uncommon for a simple conversation to provide a lot of useful information.
"Fine, but I guess I'll have to take risks to satisfy my curiosity."
Despite her first order, the druid began to put one foot in front of the other again and eventually sat up in front of her.
"I'm James Nightingale, until recently I was responsible for the Black Wood area.
I know I'm probably taking a lot out of myself, but what happened between you and Joshua? Actually, I haven't known him very long, but such an offended exit is not exactly typical for him. So what happened ...? "
James swallowed the last letter as an iron blade caressed his throat.
"You really take out a lot! Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you !?"
She tried to keep her tone as cold as possible and to pay as little attention as possible to the blade on her stomach.
She had to pay her respects to the druid, few of them could match the reflexes of a warrior.
And this James had even had the nerve to pull out a knife and point it at her stomach.
He wouldn't kill her with it, but times were dangerous, especially for a wounded warrior.
"The reason why you shouldn't kill me is very simple. If you slit my neck, I'll slit your stomach open and if that doesn't kill you, the poison on my blade will take care of it at the latest. If you do that now as If you look cowardly, I have to agree with you. It is, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't use poison.
Unfortunately, my current situation is anything but normal.
So are you going to take your sword away or are we going to kill each other? "
"Eight thousend!"
Claire knew as well as James that the knife wasn't poisoned. Still, she responded to his bluff.
She was pleased to find that she had confused him.
"What does 'eight thousand' mean?"
Claire took her sword back and put it back in its scabbard.
"Eight thousand marks per mission! Add a thousand for each one I have to kill and two thousand for each injury I suffer. That is my price!"