He was still straddling it, still panting, but not suffocating like he had been before. He reached up and felt the wetness on his cheek. He’d bloodied his nose. Bloodied a small circle of the branch for that matter. The men stood below him. “He’s not here,” one said. “There’s not one leaf that’s bent out of place.” “Then he jumped out earlier,” said the one who had first commanded Nettle to stop. “Where is he?” “I told you,” said Nettle. “He’s headed west. They’ve got family out there.” “Maybe we’ll take you along just to make sure.” “Have they arrested my father?” asked Nettle. Talen heard one of the men spit. A beat passed. “No, they haven’t,” said Nettle. His voice changed. It rung with confidence. “My family dined with the warlord’s just last week. We’re set to dine again. Maybe I should pass your names along, let the lord know you have issues with his choice.” They did not immediately respond to Nettle’s threat. One finally spoke up.
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