Ashen heard the voice and walk over there,”Excuse me, but who are you,” Ashen ask with a warm voice,”I know you can’t be a knight,” Ashen said while grabbing the man shoulder with a light grip,”So, tell me, what do think about yourself, a bandit, hero, a legend?” Ashen grip got harder.
Ashen was smiling a mad man smile, he was slowly tightening his grip on the man shoulder,”Some of the answers are correct, some are wrong,” Ashen other hand was inching to his great sword,”If you get it wrong, you die,” Ashen said with no trace of warmth from before.
Ashen was smiling a mad man smile, he was slowly tightening his grip on the man shoulder,”Some of the answers are correct, some are wrong,” Ashen other hand was inching to his great sword,”If you get it wrong, you die,” Ashen said with no trace of warmth from before.
((LFK, please tread a little lighter. There's a good amount of god-modding in your post.))
As soon as the knight takes steps toward the 10 bandits, 5 of them raise their bows, while Rorik and the other 4 draw their swords, not about to let the man get close enough to touch before things come to blows.
"This is ludicrous!" the caravan master cries out. "There's never been a tax on this road before! Highway robbery is what it is!"
Cedric curses inwardly, wishing he'd have taken his own advice and gone to put on his armor as soon as he suspected trouble. Now here he was with only the axe he'd been using to help clear away the tree limbs. Still, he counted the bandits. If there were only 10 of them, they'd likely not wish to get into a skirmish either if they didn't have to.
Rorik looks to the man approaching them. "Take one more step and someone's life will be on your hands," he warns.
Brylla turned to look at Tlasi, concern painted over her features that the caravan might have a scout out here that they couldn't account for. "Then they know we're here. Or will in another few moments. Get ready," she said, watching Rorik for the signal that they should attack from the rear.
As soon as the knight takes steps toward the 10 bandits, 5 of them raise their bows, while Rorik and the other 4 draw their swords, not about to let the man get close enough to touch before things come to blows.
"This is ludicrous!" the caravan master cries out. "There's never been a tax on this road before! Highway robbery is what it is!"
Cedric curses inwardly, wishing he'd have taken his own advice and gone to put on his armor as soon as he suspected trouble. Now here he was with only the axe he'd been using to help clear away the tree limbs. Still, he counted the bandits. If there were only 10 of them, they'd likely not wish to get into a skirmish either if they didn't have to.
Rorik looks to the man approaching them. "Take one more step and someone's life will be on your hands," he warns.
Brylla turned to look at Tlasi, concern painted over her features that the caravan might have a scout out here that they couldn't account for. "Then they know we're here. Or will in another few moments. Get ready," she said, watching Rorik for the signal that they should attack from the rear.
The goblin's fear of ambush was now waning in favor of that girlish glee one feels when they know things are about to go south. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing he hadn't managed to hightail it out of harm's way- he didn't want to waste the fun of a good fight. How long had it actually been since Scuz had drawn blood from an enemy?
Too long. Usually he just ran away.
He eyed the men standing on the side of the road- the loud one at the front, he was trouble. But Scuz was sure he could pick off the others. In his experience, there was no match for his trusty throwing knives, even if they were blunt at the tips, and a bashing from his crowbar, although usually not lethal, made enough of a mess that it was quite fun to him.
Eager to stir the pot, he called out to Rorik. "Jeez, that kind of talk doesn't sound benevolent at all to me," he snorted, taking a couple bold steps forward.
" Listen, can we just skip this taxation farce? If you're going to rob us blind, go ahead and try!"
Scuz pulled out his beloved crowbar, drawing it like it was some legendary sword and not a hunk of discolored metal. He looked back at Cedric for a moment, expecting an elevated look of annoyance, but noted he too had his eyes fixed on the 10 men. Maybe Cedric was thinking the same thing as he was- which Scuz counted as a good thing. After all, Cedric seemed impressively strong- at the very least, he could really push a wagon.
Too long. Usually he just ran away.
He eyed the men standing on the side of the road- the loud one at the front, he was trouble. But Scuz was sure he could pick off the others. In his experience, there was no match for his trusty throwing knives, even if they were blunt at the tips, and a bashing from his crowbar, although usually not lethal, made enough of a mess that it was quite fun to him.
Eager to stir the pot, he called out to Rorik. "Jeez, that kind of talk doesn't sound benevolent at all to me," he snorted, taking a couple bold steps forward.
" Listen, can we just skip this taxation farce? If you're going to rob us blind, go ahead and try!"
Scuz pulled out his beloved crowbar, drawing it like it was some legendary sword and not a hunk of discolored metal. He looked back at Cedric for a moment, expecting an elevated look of annoyance, but noted he too had his eyes fixed on the 10 men. Maybe Cedric was thinking the same thing as he was- which Scuz counted as a good thing. After all, Cedric seemed impressively strong- at the very least, he could really push a wagon.
Scrambling out of the trees but staying low to the ground, wren found themselves standing between a strange goblin, and Cedric, the man they'd spoken to earlier.
"There are more. An entire other faction in the woods," they began, steadying themselves. "At least one decent archer. They're definitely planning an ambush. We might be best off being as ready as possibly to make a run for it, as soon as that log is moved. Maybe we can fight them from a bit of a distance as we pick of speed and try to avoid as many of them as we can during our getaway." They looked between the two.
They reached into the small green pouch at their hip, drawing out what looked like a long wooden straw. "Unless we want to try to fend them off."
Tlasi nodded, readying another arrow and lightly stepping towards the treeline.
"That one, arguing about the tax. He looks important. I'll keep a focus on him."
He drew back, aiming at the caravan master and steadying his hand, waiting.
"There are more. An entire other faction in the woods," they began, steadying themselves. "At least one decent archer. They're definitely planning an ambush. We might be best off being as ready as possibly to make a run for it, as soon as that log is moved. Maybe we can fight them from a bit of a distance as we pick of speed and try to avoid as many of them as we can during our getaway." They looked between the two.
They reached into the small green pouch at their hip, drawing out what looked like a long wooden straw. "Unless we want to try to fend them off."
Tlasi nodded, readying another arrow and lightly stepping towards the treeline.
"That one, arguing about the tax. He looks important. I'll keep a focus on him."
He drew back, aiming at the caravan master and steadying his hand, waiting.
Rorik's eyes went to the goblin who spoke with such boldness and he looked momentarily surprised before covering the expression with a sneer. "Hiring mighty goblins to protect your goods, trader? I hear they are renowned for their bravery in battle."
Cedric keep his eyes turned toward the bandits as Wren spoke, but listened carefully. That changed the math on this matter considerably and he let a quiet curse slip past his lips. The caravan master seemed to agree.
"Well... well..." the trader started nervously. "Let's not be too hasty. How much is this tax?"
"1 gold crown per wagon, which of course may also be paid in goods." Rorik answered.
"A gold crown per wagon?" the caravan master echoed in disbelief, mentally doing a quick, rough calculation of how much they would lose if they were forced to pay that, and not liking the results. It made the entire trip almost a wash! "That's unreasonable! Surely, as civil men, we can agree to more fair terms?" He opened his arms to appear less threatening and more apt to bargain. "A middle ground?"
Rorik, unfortunately, was neither a very reasonable or a very civil man. More importantly, he was reckless and he felt as if he had the upper hand right now. He'd lose a few men, surely, if this came to blows, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make to ensure the rest could survive the upcoming winter.
"No." He said, dropping his hand from his beard, the signal the bandits had been waiting for and they rushed forward...
Cedric keep his eyes turned toward the bandits as Wren spoke, but listened carefully. That changed the math on this matter considerably and he let a quiet curse slip past his lips. The caravan master seemed to agree.
"Well... well..." the trader started nervously. "Let's not be too hasty. How much is this tax?"
"1 gold crown per wagon, which of course may also be paid in goods." Rorik answered.
"A gold crown per wagon?" the caravan master echoed in disbelief, mentally doing a quick, rough calculation of how much they would lose if they were forced to pay that, and not liking the results. It made the entire trip almost a wash! "That's unreasonable! Surely, as civil men, we can agree to more fair terms?" He opened his arms to appear less threatening and more apt to bargain. "A middle ground?"
Rorik, unfortunately, was neither a very reasonable or a very civil man. More importantly, he was reckless and he felt as if he had the upper hand right now. He'd lose a few men, surely, if this came to blows, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make to ensure the rest could survive the upcoming winter.
"No." He said, dropping his hand from his beard, the signal the bandits had been waiting for and they rushed forward...
A young lady was hunting when she saw the caravan and knowing the area was full of bandits. she then study the area seeing the archers. she then went to the caravan leader and bowed. " sir please allow me to offer my services." she gave him a letter. on the letter was a stamp that was a crest. The crest of a organization that was will known for information and protection. they where highly trained and considered some of the best and they had good prices. she looked at the goblin. " that a rip off and you know it." she then looked at the caravan leader. " my name is Lisha it a honor to meet you." Lisha was the leader of the organization and was willing to help.
(Just wanted to know if I can join)
The Warden was spectating the conflict from a safe distance, his glimmering sword and shining armor can be seen from a distance. He spotted the Caravan, thinking if such a thing was legal. He would send others to investigate, but he chose to go himself
"Something about this interlude speaks falsely," the elven dancer stated as she continued to peer at the altercation at the front of the column, "The situation seems tense-"
At the moment the leader of those that stopped the caravan lowered his arm as if exasperated at a problem he'd been long pondering and his compatriots unslung swords.
The sudden violence was a shock. Blue eyes widened and Assallya's mind raced. It was an ambush. Brigands!
Judging the situation ahead she smiled a wicked little grin with her black painted lips. There was no way those at the head of the caravan could see what she was doing way back here in the final wagon. She had no idea there were more brigands slipping from the woods behind her.
Raising slender arms, she contorted her long fingers into intricate patterns. One lithe leg twisted and an ebony tipped toe traced a line over the crate she stood on. Arcane syllables began to slip forth, rolling over her to give and ushering out between her lips.
With luck, once her spell was finished, half those ruffians at the head of the column would be fighting the others.
At the moment the leader of those that stopped the caravan lowered his arm as if exasperated at a problem he'd been long pondering and his compatriots unslung swords.
The sudden violence was a shock. Blue eyes widened and Assallya's mind raced. It was an ambush. Brigands!
Judging the situation ahead she smiled a wicked little grin with her black painted lips. There was no way those at the head of the caravan could see what she was doing way back here in the final wagon. She had no idea there were more brigands slipping from the woods behind her.
Raising slender arms, she contorted her long fingers into intricate patterns. One lithe leg twisted and an ebony tipped toe traced a line over the crate she stood on. Arcane syllables began to slip forth, rolling over her to give and ushering out between her lips.
With luck, once her spell was finished, half those ruffians at the head of the column would be fighting the others.
Eyeing the strange girl, Tlasi shook his head, refocusing.
"I dont know who you are, girl, but you're in a dangerous space. I suggest you leave and go eslewhere." An arrow was let loose, flying suddenly to imbed itself next to the Caravan Leaders head, sticking into a bit of wagon wood.
Wren stepped forward, and with a flick of their wrist, a series of thick needle-like blades flew towards the bandits ahead of them, scattering into the small group.
"I dont know who you are, girl, but you're in a dangerous space. I suggest you leave and go eslewhere." An arrow was let loose, flying suddenly to imbed itself next to the Caravan Leaders head, sticking into a bit of wagon wood.
Wren stepped forward, and with a flick of their wrist, a series of thick needle-like blades flew towards the bandits ahead of them, scattering into the small group.
"Hey! What's the problem!" he yelled, flailing his arms around. He started running towards the caravan, hopefully being calming the whole situation down
There was no time for the caravan master to answer Lisha's proposal before the bandits were rushing forth and an arrow slammed into the wagon beside his head.
Brylla and several others approached the last wagon in the line, which would be the easiest to separate from the rest. She'd just unhook the horses and let gravity roll it back down the hill until the trees at the curve 50 yards back stopped it. That might destroy some of the cargo, but hopefully would leave enough intact to salvage.
As they approached, they saw and heard the golden-haired elf casting some sort of spell. A witch! Whatever she was doing needed stopped now and Brylla took a hurried shot at the caster, hoping to at least interrupt her spell.
Up front, one bandit screamed in pain as Wren's blades hit him. Another came barreling at Cedric with a downward strike, who barely managed to get his blade out to parry it in time.
Rorik himself waded into the fray, cutting his way through one of the caravan guards... a middle-aged man named Terrick who'd been trying to clear away the tree and then came toward Wren and Scuz.
In the commotion, no one seemed to hear the yelling Warden rushing toward the scene.
Brylla and several others approached the last wagon in the line, which would be the easiest to separate from the rest. She'd just unhook the horses and let gravity roll it back down the hill until the trees at the curve 50 yards back stopped it. That might destroy some of the cargo, but hopefully would leave enough intact to salvage.
As they approached, they saw and heard the golden-haired elf casting some sort of spell. A witch! Whatever she was doing needed stopped now and Brylla took a hurried shot at the caster, hoping to at least interrupt her spell.
Up front, one bandit screamed in pain as Wren's blades hit him. Another came barreling at Cedric with a downward strike, who barely managed to get his blade out to parry it in time.
Rorik himself waded into the fray, cutting his way through one of the caravan guards... a middle-aged man named Terrick who'd been trying to clear away the tree and then came toward Wren and Scuz.
In the commotion, no one seemed to hear the yelling Warden rushing toward the scene.
" YE-ES!" the goblin howled excitedly as the scene exploded into chaos. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched the stranger's needles soar through the air. It appeared that the small, unassuming rogue wasn't so helpless after all.
Scuz would have liked to commend the youngster on their technique, but he wouldn't get the chance. Barreling towards both of them from the downed tree was one of Rorik's thugs. He was probably expecting a fight, and there were few more willing to oblige at the moment than Scuz.
His bony, callused claws tightened around his trusty crowbar, and in a flash, the goblin was sprinting towards the bandit, running in a fashion that was far more beast than humanoid. His toothy sneer widened as he ran closer to the bandit's legs, swinging the hefty bar of metal as hard as he could, aiming towards the back of the taller man's kneecap.
He briefly turned his head back towards the bandit, anticipating the satisfying crunch of bone breaking, or perhaps a howl of pain.
Scuz would have liked to commend the youngster on their technique, but he wouldn't get the chance. Barreling towards both of them from the downed tree was one of Rorik's thugs. He was probably expecting a fight, and there were few more willing to oblige at the moment than Scuz.
His bony, callused claws tightened around his trusty crowbar, and in a flash, the goblin was sprinting towards the bandit, running in a fashion that was far more beast than humanoid. His toothy sneer widened as he ran closer to the bandit's legs, swinging the hefty bar of metal as hard as he could, aiming towards the back of the taller man's kneecap.
He briefly turned his head back towards the bandit, anticipating the satisfying crunch of bone breaking, or perhaps a howl of pain.
The ambush worked perfectly. Nearly all the caravan guards and all the adventurers were near the front of the caravan leaving the rear almost entirely ignored.
This left Assallya completely vulnerable. For archers that regularly hunted small animals for food a dancing girl standing atop a wagon at a mere twenty paces was an easy target. She had no idea what was coming.
She never finished her spell. Brylla's arrow soared true, the feathered shaft sinking into Assallya's back between the shoulder blades. Her spell casting abruptly ended as the blonde elf's kohl lined eyes widened and her mouth gapped open from the shock. Her back arched, her fingers clawed. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath as the brigands swarmed around the rear of the caravan, cutting down anyone that stood against them.
This left Assallya completely vulnerable. For archers that regularly hunted small animals for food a dancing girl standing atop a wagon at a mere twenty paces was an easy target. She had no idea what was coming.
She never finished her spell. Brylla's arrow soared true, the feathered shaft sinking into Assallya's back between the shoulder blades. Her spell casting abruptly ended as the blonde elf's kohl lined eyes widened and her mouth gapped open from the shock. Her back arched, her fingers clawed. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath as the brigands swarmed around the rear of the caravan, cutting down anyone that stood against them.
Wren saw the dancer go down, eyes widening. While usually they tried not to let their emotions get the better of them, these people, reguardless of how well they knew them each personally, had traveled the roads together for a while, now.
It had been the first group they'd been a part of, that they'd stayed with, since The Pact, the small underground crime ring they'd been a part of since they were young, their family, had been captured and put to death just over a year ago.They didnt want any of these people to die.
A chilling, familiar cold began to settle into their skin. Their eyes narrowed.
"If we deal with this one quickly, I might he able to help the elf woman who just went down towards the rear." Wren took a deep breath, and watched the goblin as he charged suddenly forward, impressed, and, readying their dagger in their left hand, tossed another few needles towards the man who had come forward to represent this group of attackers, before diving forward to join the goblin in his efforts.
Tlasi leapt aboard the back caravan cart, walking along the very edge and began to untie it from its horses, seeing the golden haired girl go down. For only a moment, he felt it; the familiar guilt. Loss of life was so wasteful. This didnt have to come to violence. The golden haired girl who had seemed to fall was eleven, as well. His kin.
He paused a moment, and looked back at the other bandits around the cart.
They needed to survive the winter.
He quickly got back to work.
It had been the first group they'd been a part of, that they'd stayed with, since The Pact, the small underground crime ring they'd been a part of since they were young, their family, had been captured and put to death just over a year ago.They didnt want any of these people to die.
A chilling, familiar cold began to settle into their skin. Their eyes narrowed.
"If we deal with this one quickly, I might he able to help the elf woman who just went down towards the rear." Wren took a deep breath, and watched the goblin as he charged suddenly forward, impressed, and, readying their dagger in their left hand, tossed another few needles towards the man who had come forward to represent this group of attackers, before diving forward to join the goblin in his efforts.
Tlasi leapt aboard the back caravan cart, walking along the very edge and began to untie it from its horses, seeing the golden haired girl go down. For only a moment, he felt it; the familiar guilt. Loss of life was so wasteful. This didnt have to come to violence. The golden haired girl who had seemed to fall was eleven, as well. His kin.
He paused a moment, and looked back at the other bandits around the cart.
They needed to survive the winter.
He quickly got back to work.
On her knees with the feathered shaft sticking out her back, struggling to breathe, Assallya's almond shapes eyes watched Tlasi move around the side and towards the front of her wagon.
Shuffling forward on her knees, her bejeweled fingers grasped the back of the driver's bench as Tlasi moved to unhitch the wagon from the horses. Her back was on fire. Every movement hurt. She could barely hold herself up.
"He.. lp..." she struggled to utter, gesturing towards her bag which rested on the seat before her.
Inside the bag, amidst other things like her perfumes and cosmetics was a potion of healing. She needed that. She needed that desperately.
Making a gesture towards the bag and then miming the action of drinking from a bottle she looked towards Tlasi. Her blue kohl lined eyes brimming with desperation.
Shuffling forward on her knees, her bejeweled fingers grasped the back of the driver's bench as Tlasi moved to unhitch the wagon from the horses. Her back was on fire. Every movement hurt. She could barely hold herself up.
"He.. lp..." she struggled to utter, gesturing towards her bag which rested on the seat before her.
Inside the bag, amidst other things like her perfumes and cosmetics was a potion of healing. She needed that. She needed that desperately.
Making a gesture towards the bag and then miming the action of drinking from a bottle she looked towards Tlasi. Her blue kohl lined eyes brimming with desperation.
Tlasi went ridged, hearing the elf woman speak. He'd assumed she'd be gone already or at least unconscious. His hands pausing over the ropes securing the cart to the horses, he took a deep breath and turned to face her, still crouched and balanced on his toes.
He looked into her eyes, and then rolled his own. He looked suddenly torn, uneasy. His hands shook only very slightly before he exhaled deeply and groaned to himself.
"Gods damn me." He cursed, staying as low as possible, grabbing for the woman's bag.
"What's in here that could help, anyway- oh, I see-" he pulled the bottle from her bag, looking it over quickly before looking around to ensure nobody would see him, and handing her the bottle.
"Drink it, then, quickly. And dont stand. Stay low, dont let them see you. You'll want to rip that arrow out just before or it will heal strangely." It was clear he usually spoke in a light, casual, even cocky tone, but his voice now was a quick, uneasy whisper.
He looked into her eyes, and then rolled his own. He looked suddenly torn, uneasy. His hands shook only very slightly before he exhaled deeply and groaned to himself.
"Gods damn me." He cursed, staying as low as possible, grabbing for the woman's bag.
"What's in here that could help, anyway- oh, I see-" he pulled the bottle from her bag, looking it over quickly before looking around to ensure nobody would see him, and handing her the bottle.
"Drink it, then, quickly. And dont stand. Stay low, dont let them see you. You'll want to rip that arrow out just before or it will heal strangely." It was clear he usually spoke in a light, casual, even cocky tone, but his voice now was a quick, uneasy whisper.
The bandit had been headed toward the caravan leader when the goblin's crowbar found his leg and the man went down to one knee with a scream of pain. But he wasn't out yet and brought his pitted sword around in an arc, trying to catch the goblin in the wide swing.
Rorik, just wanting to add the confusion, yelled out over the chaos, "Any who join us can split the loot! Your lives spared!" But he didn't wait to see if anyone accepted the offer before lunged toward Wren, attempting to knock the rogue down onto the muddy ground.
"Worry about the loot later!" Brylla yelled to Tlasi. His back was to her and she could not see what he was doing, only that he'd ceased unhitching the horses. She hurried forward and began unbuckling the straps and ties on the opposite side. The other members of the Bizarre Wonders seemed to be either running away or standing back in shock, unwilling to risk their own lives after seeing Assallya fall.
A few of the others rushed ahead of them, toward the second to last wagon in the line. If they could acquire two of them, all the better.
Rorik, just wanting to add the confusion, yelled out over the chaos, "Any who join us can split the loot! Your lives spared!" But he didn't wait to see if anyone accepted the offer before lunged toward Wren, attempting to knock the rogue down onto the muddy ground.
"Worry about the loot later!" Brylla yelled to Tlasi. His back was to her and she could not see what he was doing, only that he'd ceased unhitching the horses. She hurried forward and began unbuckling the straps and ties on the opposite side. The other members of the Bizarre Wonders seemed to be either running away or standing back in shock, unwilling to risk their own lives after seeing Assallya fall.
A few of the others rushed ahead of them, toward the second to last wagon in the line. If they could acquire two of them, all the better.
At the sound of his opponent's enraged scream, Scuz felt a rush of adrenaline he hadn't felt in a good while. Eager to follow up on his previous blow, he spun around and sprung towards the bandit, planning on hitting him in the face while he was still cradling his wounded knee.
In that moment, the goblin felt a strange surge of confidence- not his usual lazy, half-witted arrogance, but something much stronger and primal. As far removed from his brethren as he was, Scuz was still a goblin, born from a long line of beasts who pillaged, conquered, and killed. And this- this was where he belonged! He wasn't sure where exactly this newfound confidence had come from, but he didn't want it to end. His usual cowardice suddenly seemed silly to him- what the hell was he so jumpy before?
His question was soon answered in the form of a searing pain across his left shoulder blade.
With a surprised yelp, Scuz fell backwards onto the ground, dropping his crowbar in the process. The creature was too shocked to notice the blood spraying from the cut, spattering his already filthy shirt.
His shock quickly turned to outrage at the realization a lowly thug had managed to land a hit on him. Dazed but still conscious, he grabbed the thug's ankle with his good arm. Holding on tight, he dragged himself forward, opened his wide mouth, and bit down hard.
In that moment, the goblin felt a strange surge of confidence- not his usual lazy, half-witted arrogance, but something much stronger and primal. As far removed from his brethren as he was, Scuz was still a goblin, born from a long line of beasts who pillaged, conquered, and killed. And this- this was where he belonged! He wasn't sure where exactly this newfound confidence had come from, but he didn't want it to end. His usual cowardice suddenly seemed silly to him- what the hell was he so jumpy before?
His question was soon answered in the form of a searing pain across his left shoulder blade.
With a surprised yelp, Scuz fell backwards onto the ground, dropping his crowbar in the process. The creature was too shocked to notice the blood spraying from the cut, spattering his already filthy shirt.
His shock quickly turned to outrage at the realization a lowly thug had managed to land a hit on him. Dazed but still conscious, he grabbed the thug's ankle with his good arm. Holding on tight, he dragged himself forward, opened his wide mouth, and bit down hard.
The blonde elf chugged down the small bottle in very unladylike fashion, the crimson liquid pouring down her throat. She couldn't quite reach the arrow, not with it between her shoulder blades but thankfully the magic cast it from her flesh.
Finally, lung mended she breathed in deeply. She hadn't really expected the brigands too help her. Certainly Assallya wouldn't have if it had been her. She'd have walked straight on past.
"Thank you," the elven dancing girl said
Out of the fire and into the frying pan, Assallya then thought to herself, turning the old adage on its head. She had no idea what to do at this point. She may be alive but she was surrounded by murderous brigands.
Finally, lung mended she breathed in deeply. She hadn't really expected the brigands too help her. Certainly Assallya wouldn't have if it had been her. She'd have walked straight on past.
"Thank you," the elven dancing girl said
Out of the fire and into the frying pan, Assallya then thought to herself, turning the old adage on its head. She had no idea what to do at this point. She may be alive but she was surrounded by murderous brigands.
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