We both turned to face the door. A plain looking girl entered the tavern. She wouldn't have stood out anywhere. That was until she drew out the very large and impressive looking pistol from her backpack. There were cries of panic from everyone and everywhere, well almost everwhere.

"I'll handle this," I said.

I slowly walked up to her with my hands up.

"What's wrong," I asked her.

"It's you," she said as if recognizing me.

"Do you know me child?"

"No, they sent me to you."

"Who sent you?"

"That's not important only the message is important."

"Okay, what is the message?"

"The lines, they showed me the lines....