Nala, too, was looking for signs of trouble. And as always, trouble found her. It didn't matter how many people knew who she was, all sorts of thugs were attracted to a feminine figure and a pretty face walking the streets at night.
A group of brutish looking men closed in around her, some with pipes and others with chains. One or two had knives visible. One of them whistled and stepped forward.
"What're ya doin' out here this time o' night, pretty lady? Can be pretty dangerous 'round here, ya know?"
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