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Soon the young seamstress appeared, surrounded by needles and fabric. She was shocked, stopping in her tracks as she recognized the famous couple that had just stepped into her small shop. Her expression though was not the usual. She frowned immediately and her eyes turned cold.

"I will not be able to help you." she told them with hatred spilling from her tongue.

This woman obviously did not seem to like them. Allias tilted his head to the side, ignoring Theseus upcoming anger and asked with a composed tone, as he was filled with curiosity.

"Why is that? Did we do something wrong or offended you in a way?" he asked her and the woman instantly locked eyes with the general.

"I will not be of any help to the destroyer of our Tribe." She said and the king easily realized she meant Theseus. The white haired man looked at her back, as if he didn't care about what she just said. He took Allias' hand in his and said.

"Let's go. We can find someone else."