Somewhere in the woods. 

"Ah... shit. I can't believe that Ayla really did this to me."

Tahni grunted, pressing her back to the base of a large beech tree. 

"I'm sorry, Tahni."

The fellow standing before her pleaded. He was dressed in a long but smeared black cloak with an upturned collar. Tahni couldn't help but consider him with such huge contempt. 

She traced her almond eyes down his cloak to the tunic hanging loosely under the preferably borrowed cloak. She didn't have no choice but to hover on the torn sandals of the fellow. 

"Don't make it sound ridiculous, young man. The only thing I don't understand is how...