Caith

Caith and his men continued their idle conversation, unaware of the movement until Caith looked again at Treyon.

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Soren, the bandits 'best scout, crept back to Caith and whispered, "Horse in the clearing up ahead."

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Making sure Treyon was in front of him, Caith pushed him forward and the group began retracing his path back out of the forest.

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Looking up again, he saw Caith glaring at him, his mouth curled in a feral snarl.

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Caith, noticing the boy's reaction, cuffed him again.

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Caith crouched down, dragging Treyon to the ground with him.

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Shinnying down the tree trunk, he jumped the last few feet-and landed to stare at the battered boots of Caith, the leader of the trackers who had been chasing him.

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Taking a stiletto from a sheath behind his neck, Caith put it to Treyon's throat.

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The two turned their attention back to the horse, Caith keeping a tight hand on the boy's shirt.

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Caith, his reflexes quicker than the other two, released Treyon and dove to the ground, thinking to find safety there.

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