Snippet #1873486

Grace stepped out of the swamp, sweat glistening on her brow. The weather was boiling, and carrying around the heavy coat wasn't helping. As she continued walking,the air began to get more humid. She followed the uncomfortable air to a small lake, the grass was covered in dew as well. She dipped her hand in the waer, then licked the water off her hand. Not poisonous. She hadn't gotten any iodine, though. Ah, well, a little bit of dirt water would hardly kill her.

She was about to take a drink when she heard some shuffling in the distance,and the distinct sound of human voices. She dropped her coat on the ground and slipped two throwing knives out of her belt,holding them firmly in her hands, waiting to throw. She may not be good at physical combat, but one thing she was good at was her aim. She waited for the people to enter the clearing.