(You feel the tip of two serrated daggers press up against your lower back, not puncturing the skin but they're pressed against your kidneys, somewhere that even the smallest of pokes can make any person fall to their knees with intense pain. You feel the presence of someone standing behind you, and it's enough to strike the fear of god in you.)
"... Give me a reason I shouldn't eviscerate you right this second. What are you doing snooping around my camp."
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