" W H O A R E Y O U ? " he asked, his expression blank and his eyes half-closed. "What business do you have here?" His hand gripped his weapon tightly; his knuckles paler than usual with how tightly he held it. He had something between a restrained snarl and a growl in his voice.
" I W A S S U R E T H I S Z O N E W A S P U R E . "
