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Zuter pressed his sword to the throat (or whatever he could press it against to be sure) of the overly curious man. At the same time, he tried to use the man's body as cover from the soldiers.
"Do you want to lose another one? You already know quite a bit. That we are not enemies and that we have a common enemy. We will just leave and you won't see us again. Agreed?"