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A wanted killers head was in Dalias right hand. She carried it by the hair. The blood dripping from the neck said the kill was still fresh, the expression on the face said death was horrid and painful and the state of the neck as it was a messy separation said that the head had been torn off with pure strength. Outlaws knew Dalia. She was their worst nightmare, rumored to be the devil in person. When outlaws learn of her whereabouts they try to leave the area as soon as possible. Only the few who didn't know her stayed.

Dalia walked into the sheriffs office wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck top and long camopants. In her mouth was a half-smoked cigarette. She threw the head onto the table and said: "I have come here for the reward." Her voice was sweet, only the fewest would noticed it being slightly metallic. It was so little that her voice would come across as human for the normal ear. For trained ears and modified ears, it was a well done human voice but still hinted a cyborg. The sheriff looked up and noticed slightly visible lines on and around Dalias face, they were like extremely thin cracks. "Cyborg eh? Here is your reward. 50 gold coins." The sheriff said. Then Dalia said: "I get that a lot. Might be the cracks." Dalia then left.

She then entered the saloon and said down near a brown haired man.