Artemis had screwed up. The American guy had heard the Mafia bit and the Assassin. [i]And why wouldn't he? He speaks English, after all. However, I don't think I should run my mouth like that. He could be the assassin and I'd never know. I need to be more careful, or I could end up swimming with the fish...[/i] "Yeah, it's a... game. While I haven't been in town long, I'd thought I'd join in. These are some... electronic pen pals of mine. Dying Will flames are magic powers we invented to make it more interesting. It's a little like LARPing."

As Artemis explained, she inched closer to Abbey, who seemed like the most normal of the bunch. Which could also mean she was the most deadly, but something about the American didn't sit right with her, so she chose the lesser of two evils. The group mentioned the word mafia again, which Artemis assumed was something about her or the American. She whispered, "just play along. I'm for sure not here to kill you, but how much do you trust that American who's still here?"