"You are not supposed to be here."A voice like whispers over moss, water running over stone. "You are. But not you." Appearing like ghosts were two of Delah's guards. With leather the colour of dark dried blood, faces painted with white, and eyes hard and untrusting, they simply looked between the two men.
the monsters turned out to be just trees
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