As soon as the men came into the clearing Valandril and his own companions were ready. Three men and the elf, metaphoricaly, stumbled into the rapidly arranged trap with so much grace they might have fallen and tripped over a log themselves. Valandril was surprised to see an elf among them, a moon elf like himself, and like himself it seemed the elven bandit had seen the worst of Tyther as well. For a split second he was reminded of his long months on the run; the fear that where ever he camped he would be found, not being able to trust a soul outside his companionship of a fellow 'man on the run'... They had fled after the end of the war. They were on the wrong side and feared persecution. They had lives hardly worth living...

Snapping back to the present, after his moment in the past, he let fly his dagger at the well-armed opponent, who could be none other than the leader, of this group, and launched himself towards the treeline. His trusty blade was making for the man's heart, and by the thud and cry of pain, had found it's mark. In rapid succession two more projectiles were let fly: A sling stone found the elf's cheek, and an arrow that narrowly missed another of the bandits. Basyl then launched himself towards the only unassailed bandit remaining and kicked his boot into the man's chest. The bandit fell backwards to the ground, wounded but not dead. Leanderia simply stood, watching and ready, as her previous assailants were, in turned, assailed.

Now hidden beyond the treeline, Valandril had options. His dagger had served him well and he had already drawn an arrow from his quiver, ready to impale his next target. The bandit Uryuu had missed would be his next target, seeing as the man in scale armour was obviously in no state to fight anymore.

He called out to the elf.
"Surren-" Needless to say this was in elvish, but his words were cut short by Basyl's actions.

He then circled round the back of the bandits best he could and loosed an arrow at his target, preying to Solonor Thelandira that it would find its mark.

((OOC: Calling out, in elvish, to the elf, then moving. In that order so that I don’t give my position away so easily, but I’m not exactly worried about sneaking. Valandril will then shoot the bandit Uryuu attacked.

EDIT: DA helped me with my grammer and punctuation. Many thanks!))

As the men rushed into the clearing they were rained upon wit projectiles, keeping their attention away from him and his perch. Spotting his prey, the one figure who had avoided a direct assault, he timed his movement.

With a swift kick of his left boot he sprung forth from the tree, hearing the sweet sound of clicking mechanisms as a dagger slipped forth from the tip of his foot. Soaring outwards like a gull he arched himself, turning in the cool night air and spinning a kick that landed between the man's ribs. With his dagger securing a foothold, Basyl brought his weight down from the sky crashing upon the man. He landed upon his foe with a satisfying thud, the tip of his boot soaking up blood where the dagger dug in. With his left knee upon the man's back, Basyl pushed off his prey with a forceful kick from his right foot, tucking into a roll to avoid any attacks his allies could muster and shifting to come about upon the elf.

"You damned little bastard!"
Having heard that, it became obvious to Basyl that Render was still skulking about. If anyone was going to have words for the little bilge-sucker it would be him.

Mere seconds after they entered the clearing, the ragged roughians spotted Leanderia. Something of a smug feeling washed over her, and a menacing smile slowly spread across her full lips as she stood armed and ready to fight, rather than bound and helpless.

Suddenly the elf sprang into action throwing his knife at one of the bandits; then all hell broke loose! Leandearia stood stunned for a brief moment as she tried to digest what was happening around her. Various flying weapons were meeting their marks, but one, she noticed, did not.

She watched horrified as the man whom the arrow just missed made his way toward the man with the blue eyes. Her grip tightened around his weapon and she sprang into action. She prayed that her aim would be true and that her mentor’s teachings would not be in vain, as she rushed to help the man who appeared practically defenseless because of her.

Render was scared, this was not him a wave of heroism had washed over him, and now this seemed as though it could be the biggest mistake of his life. He had been spotted, he was smart enough not to run, then he would be singled out as the weakest and at least one would follow him and most likely kill him. Render had a better plan, for once he would stand and fight, once again cursing himself for letting Basyls words effect him, the real reason behind Render staying was, he had grown quite fond of Basyl though he thought that maybe he had not been around cityfolk for a while as some of his 'jokes' seemed a bit strange to him.

Fortunately another one of his companions had loosed an arrow and was perceived a more threatening target. So fitting another bullet to his sling he readied to loose it at the apparently scantily armoured elf, as he hadn't quite plucked up the courage for his first melee fight. His spear wasn't looking quite so appealing as it had in the armoury he wanted to look the part not play it.

He did not waste time beating himself up. The most season warrior missed a shot from time to time, whether by mistake, bad luck, or design. He simply noched another arrow and let fly.

(((OOC: Uryuu will shoot the man heading towards him while trying to stealthily move away. Once down, he shall aim at whichever target he deems most important, balancing between ease to hit, liklihood of hitting a team mate (he's against it, obviously) and threats posed to himself and the team.)))

The sounds of combat reverberated through out the woods as the attackers now had the tables turned on them, and were ambushed quite effectively. After the opening salvo and their leader down the three bandits remaining began to make their moves.

With his bloody and bruised face, the elf gripped his weapons and had his eyes locked on Render with much malice burning within them. He charged at the halfling who had broken his cheek and brought both his blades to bear, bringing them down on the halfling with great force. Luckily for Render though the elf got slightly caught up in the brush that he was hiding him, and the scimitar and his dagger both missed as the halfling was easily able to side step the slow swings and strikes.(two misses from the elf)

Even though he had missed his mark the first time, Uryuu's training already had another arrow notched and ready to fire in his hand. The bandit was just taking his first few steps as the arrow hit home square in the mans chest. Uryuu and the man both looked down at the arrow as it stuck in the armor, and then limped down as it did not penetrate fully through the armor, but instead caught on a metal stud. With a look of relief upon his face the man continued to carry himself forward hoping to bloody his blade.

Valandril stopped and tried to call out to the elf who was in the group, but the fighting and fire and excitement of everything made his words lost in the air, as he could only watch the elf try to stab and slice Render, who ended up not being harmed at all. Seeing Uryuu's arrow not penetrate the mans armor he moved to cross behind him and fire at the attacker, while making his way behind a large tree to his right. He loosed the arrow as he passed by Uryuu's right side, letting it sail straight into the mans chest. This time the arrow easily passed straight through what must of been a thinner part of the armor and continued on, only stopping after it buried itself five inches within the mans chest. He tripped over his own feet and fell over on his face, breaking and pushing the arrow deeper. He was unconcious but dying very quickly as blood pooled and he slowly stopped moving as much, this man was either dead or would be dead in minutes.(A good hit with double max damage for 15 damage!)

Looking up at the world from the ground the man that Basyl had knocked over grabbed his axe and shield, and tried to stand being weary of Basyl nearby. As he stood, Basyl tried to pierce his defenses at an oppurtune time but the man brought his shield down on the rapier, knocking it aside as he came to a full stand.(Failed AoO). He then gritted his teeth and swung low coming up from below with an axe swing, the blade facing upwards at Basyls lower body. The blow was easily dodged as Basyl just took a step backwards and let the axe sail into the air his attack over extending and exposing his right side to Basyl. Not missing an oppurtunity he reached out with his rapier and pierced the mans armpit pushing the rapier into the side of the man, felling him instantly.(7 damage)

Fearing for his life, Render dropped the sling where he stood and grabbed his morning star, needing something to put inbetween the mad elf and himself. He swung with the spiked club at the elf but missed hitting nothing but air. He drove the point home though that he was ready to fight for his life and whether he was smaller than the elf or not, a spike through a foot, thigh, or worse still hurts just as much as any other sized spike.

Leanderia looked around and saw that two foes were dispatched with ease, one being the assailant that was attacking the blue eyed man. Only one bandit stood and gripping her kukri tight, charged trying to end the fight an the threat of these evil men. As she made contact with the attacker she drew the blades curved edge across the left side of his face, leaving a large cut from above his temple to his jaw, and also cut off his ear. As he turned in horror to see who had attacked him she came back with a quick return and slashed the elfs throat, leaving him to drop his weapons and grasp his neck, but to no avail. He dropped to his knees and quickly bled out, with Leanderia standing above him.

With the last bandit dispatched, the only one left alive was the original victim with the dagger protruding from his collar bone area. By now he was laying on the ground with shield and flail next to him, breathing steadily and stabilized, but obviously in no condition to fight.

( Ok everyone, combat is over with all bandits killed this round and no damage taken in return. Together, there is a dagger, a shortsword, a hand axe, a scimitar, a flail, and a large and small shield. A quick look at the elf reveals a chain shirt, a studded leather suit is still just fine. The other is damaged greatly. The living prisoner has scalemail. Good job everyone, check the QnA 1st post for xp and group gear.)

Leanderia stopped mid-stride when she saw The Elf dispose of the threat to Blue Eyes. A quick scan of the ensueing skirmish, as it were, revealed that only one bandit remained standing. She ran directly at his back (as he was facing away from her) and the second she was close enough, she swung the borrowed blade in a swift and confident arc down the side of his face effectively ridding him of his left ear. Without so much as a blink, she brought the blade around, just as the bandit was spinning around to see who had attacked him, and she slashed the man’s neck clean open.

Her defeated foe fell to the ground gripping his neck in vain and died as his life’s blood flowed through his own fingers. Leanderia quickly looked around, to make sure the threat was over, before looking back down at the scum who was now reduced to a mere useless corpse, and spat on him. She turned away from him then and looked at the four men who had helped her.

Standing before the group is a 5’1” woman, about 130lbs, with hair as black as night, which is pulled back and up into a rather disheveled bun at the moment. Her eyes are the color of the purest amber; her ivory skin has been tinted a soft golden brown by the sun.

She wears a simple breastplate, which her mentor had paid the blacksmith to fit to her upper body’s voluptuous frame. She wears black deer-skin leggings which hug the shape of her legs snuggly. On her feet she wears black leather boots which conform to her shapely legs up to the top of her calves.

At her waist is a black leather belt with a silver buckle and an empty clasp on her right side, strapped to each thigh are the empty sheaths for her daggers, and across her back rests her sword’s empty sheath.


"I want to thank you for your assistance in dispatching these roughians. Most assuredly, I could not have done so without your help. I fear, however, that I must again plead with you for further assistance. You see, these were only a mere four men of the 12 that captured me and the couple I was traveling with. They have them still as well as their child who is not more than a few months old. They are vile men without so much as a meager wisp of a moral compass and will surely cause them grave harm; if they have not already done so. Please, I beg of you, aid me in my attempt to free them of these filthy creatures.”
((after that group conversation, if any))

She looks down at the strange blade she still holds in her hand, and wipes it clean of the blood as she moves over to the blue-eyed man. ”I thank you most sincerely for the use of your weapon, and for freeing me of my bonds. I must say it is quite an unusual weapon, the likes of which I’ve never before seen. What is it called, please?”
((after the conversation with the blue-eyed man: ))

Leanderia looks around at the bodies and realizes that she must acquire some weapons without disarming any of the others if she is to fight the rest of the bandits to free the couple. She begins searching the bodies to determine which weapons would be best suited to her abilities. She grabs the short sword first, testing its weight and balance. Then she checks the rest of the bodies. She comes to the fallen elf last, and sees that the other elf is doing something with the body.

Leanderia approaches the elf, and solemnly asks if she may borrow the dagger and the sword. After he hands her the weapons, she thanks him. Leanderia leaves the elf to his task and moves away to check out the dagger, then slides it into the empty sheath still hugging her upper thigh where her own daggers rested until the bandits took them from her. Turning her attention to the scimitar she inspects the blade curiously, marveling at it almost as much as she had at the borrowed blade from the blue-eyed man. She glances over at him briefly, her curiosity is plain to see as she watches him for a moment before looking away and back at the weapons in her grasp. She tests its weight and balance, much as she had done with the short sword, and nods to herself. “These will do.”

“I trust no one will object to my borrowing these weapons, seeing as how the disgusting filth on the ground will no longer require their use. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, my weapons have all been taken from me. I had no time to search for them before I was forced to run after kicking one of the men unconscious for making inappropriate advances on me. I may not be a Lady, but I am still a lady, thank you very much."

Valandril dispatches the bandit Uryuu’s arrow had failed to stop with an arrow of his own, with a skilled shot and Solonor Thelandira’s blessing the arrow found it’s mark and sank deep into the humans flesh, who then tumbled forward causing the shaft to dig deeper into his body when his frail body hit the hard pine needle lined earth. Valandril may have found the humans demise comical had the gods not helped in it. Looking up from the corpse before him he spied that the other bandits had been dispatched, and spied the woman spitting on the corpse of the elf. Such dishonour to ones fallen enemy, how dishonourable some humans could be he had not known.

He lowered his bow and walked towards the disgraced corpse of the elf, passing the woman as he did so. She had thanked them for their help with eloquence and identified herself as a Lady. Valandril had picked up on the stress on Lady, as opposed to the normal way humans said lady, but knew not why she had done so surly is was obvious she was female; with her shaped breastplate and close-fitting black leather leggings. Perhaps this woman was called Lady? he though. As they passed he gave her a hard look, a hard look that saw straight into her amber eyes. The look’s meaning was perhaps unclear, but to Valandril it was a look of both respect and discontentment.

Valandril knelt beside his dead kin and close the un-named elf’s eyes. He then removed the two swords from the man’s grip, using the dagger to cut a lock of the man’s hair, and placed them on the ground. It was then, after talking behind him to Uyruu, that she began searching the bodies for weapons. She came to him and the un-named elf last, before she could take the two weapons Valandril offered them up to her and spoke, mainly in elvish but Lady was said in the common tongue as he was her name.
“They are yours to use, not to borrow, Lady.” He then turned back to the elf, who had now bleed dry, and pulled his corpse to the trunk of a nearby tree to remove the elf’s shirt and armour. Redressing the elf in the shirt he had removed Valandril then laid the un-named elf at the foot of the tree and covered him using a near-by blanket. It was a simple resting place, but the body would be returned to the world and this clearing was a good site to die, even if death in battle is not desired by any elf. A prayer was then offered to Corellion Larethian to speed the elf’s soul to Arvandor.

((OOC: I know this is a lot of actions for one post, and I’m sorry about that. I’m also sorry about not putting too much in about listing to Leanderia but honestly Val could care more for her at the moment.

Just a note for anyone wanting to talk to the, now stable, bandit leader, Valandril will want to know the name of the un-named elf and will ask for that to be found out. I’d get Val to ask the bandit leader that myself but that would make this post even longer.))

Basyl had tumbled off to the side with ease, but as he came out of his roll he noticed movement from his downed foe. 'The damnable fool doesn't know when to quit'. Quickly he turned back,tracing death with his rapier as he brought it upon the man. He hadn't accounted for the shield. No one used those personal anchors at sea, they distorted movement, and Basyl had not expected the man to be able to raise it so swiftly. Within seconds that costly error had his attack knocked aside as the man prepared to rush him, his axe swinging furiously. Luckily for Basyl the man could not match him for footwork, and the aggressive swing left him wide open. With a deft motion Basyl guided his blade straight toward this weak spot, running him through. Basyl saw the shock followed by the distance in his eyes; there would be no more from him.

A quick twist of his rapier slid the man off of it. 'As you would have it fair Maiden, the luck of another for my own' Basyl had given him a chance leaving him upon the ground. He had sought to... Swiftblade! He hoped he wasn't too late. Turning his gaze he watched as the woman cut down the elven threat to Render. 'My isn't she a feisty one...' He frowned suddenly, the cheeky thought turning serious '...and doing better for the half-pint than he had for her' . There would be a time to settle things with the Halfling later. He cast his gaze about the clearing as silence returned. A sigh of relief escaped him and he began to calm himself.

"I want to thank you for your assistance in dispatching these roughians. Most assuredly, I could not have done so without your help. I fear, however, that I must again plead with you for further assistance. You see, these were only a mere four men of the 12 that captured me and the couple I was traveling with. They have them still as well as their child who is not more than a few months old. They are vile men without so much as a meager wisp of a moral compass and will surely cause them grave harm; if they have not already done so. Please, I beg of you, aid me in my attempt to free them of these filthy creatures.”
Brushing his hair back from in front his eyes, Basyl took a step forward sheathing his blade-there was little point in cleaning it now- and cutting into a sweeping bow."Basyl To'chet, at your service m'lady." He speaks clearly, with sincerity in his voice.

Coming back up from his bow, his appearance was easier to make out. Sturdy burgundy breeches tucked into thick dark-brown boots that rose mid-way to his knees. A similarly dark-brown vest worked to contain the ruffles of his white shirt that ended with laced cuffs. The fading light did little to highlight the tan he'd earned from two decades upon the sea, but also shadowed the scar running across his check. Standing taller than the girl, his medium-length hair was loose and out of order- causing him to move it again before he spoke.

"Allow me to help put a stop to these fiends." He did not bother to include the others in his statement- he would not drag them further if they did not share his thoughts. But surely they would see the importance in this. To the side he could see that Valandril was attending to the fallen elf. The sisters had a cruel sense of humor, giving the elf reason to be at odds with the girl... it should have been him...

Finishing his speech, Basyl moves toward the wounded bandit leader, kicking his weapon and shield aside. Having yet to retract the dagger protruding from his boot he places it upon the mans chest, the tip of the blade near his nose. "Looks to me you've been lucky so far." There was a tinge of disgust marring Basyl's voice. The sight of the man sickened him. "If the family is unharmed ye may be luckier yet. You'll be leading the way; I expect no argument."

A thought occurred to him. "Render!" he called suddenly "Be a pal and fetch my rope from up in the tree"

Render gave a quick prayer to Olidammara for thanks, this was not something Render could remember doing within the last 3 years, but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. He hawked up some phlegm and spat on the bandits still corpse at his feet, he looked up at his saviour and giggled to himself, laughing at the irony that his saviour was a woman who he had not even thought about helping just 5 minutes prior.

Watching the elf Render made the sign of a crossed circle with his fingers, his way of fending off evil. He was actually quite disgusted by the elf's actions not that he cared enough to mention any thing, he just stared and grimaced as the elf pulled out a dagger. Render was silent for a while still in shock at his first real combat situation, he had been close, too close to death. Eventually Render pulled himself together, he listened to the new girl talking and found himself once again asking himself why help others? After all there is no such thing as an unselfish act!

In answer to Lady's plea for help, “Tell me... Lady, for I am afraid you did not indulge us with your name, as to what reason we help this family? Will they make us rich? Or is it a personal quest for yourself? I put to you that you are not going to help them... to help them, but in fact to settle a score for yourself. These bandits hurt you physically and emotionally is this not a fight for vengeance?” He said with cynicism in his voice

He heard Basyl call out asking him to get his rope, the CHEEK! “As for you Basyl get your own bloody rope.” He said jokingly. Strolling over to fetch Basyls rope. Thinking, if everyone thought like the new women the world would be a far better place or well at least for himself.

Uryuu slung his bow back over his shoulder, moving towards the group. Now that the battle was over, he gave himself 30 seconds to beat himself up over his part in the battle, then put it out of his mind. He was pleased that the woman had escaped harm, although he couldn't fathom why. He listened to her speech and at the introduction/dialgue that followed, shaking his head. So much talking, so little action. There would be time for introductions later. Judging by their behavior so far, however, the only one he could count on in the long run was the seafarer... Basyl, apparently. He ground his teeth at the irony.

”I thank you most sincerely for the use of your weapon, and for freeing me of my bonds. I must say it is quite an unusual weapon, the likes of which I’ve never before seen. What is it called, please?”

Uryuu took it from her, spinning it in his hand and stowing it with a flourish. "It is called Kukri." He looked around, picking up on Basyl's plans for the only survivor. "I shall follow in the darkness," he said. with a last look at all of then, and a lingering glance towards the woman fighter, he melted into the forest, blood pounding in his ears. In his time as a slave, he had seen more than his fair share of rapists, and it took all of his considerable training to keep from losing himself. Uryuu was far from the most moral of people, but there were some lines no sentient being should cross. He closed a shaking fist, calming himself as he moved. Save the anger.... save it, and unleash it in small bursts, when it will help you, his training told him. Uryuu followed after his companions when they decided they were ready to move. He planned to unleash it soon.

Valandril stood from his simple rite and turned to the group, his thin face etched with mild grief. This elf, although they had not known each other and had been enemies, had been a brief link with his clan. Sure there had been elves in the city, but they were not living like the elves of his clan. He, Valandril, had lived the life this dead elf had lived. He had tried to run for the world and tried to live a life with those on the run, it had almost claimed him and now it had claimed the like of one of his brothers. Not just was the elf killed, but the elf was killed by one who would have his allegiance, one who he had just fought to save, and one who now asked for his help. Perhaps he would not give his help out of spite, perhaps he shouldn’t save humans when one had not spared an elf. What will I be then? he thought to himself Does that make me a worse for refusing to help from petty spite? His mind wandered back to a few seconds ago, to words he had overheard Render say. “as to what reason we help this family? Will they make us rich? Or is it a personal quest for yourself?” He decided his mind had been made for him and he answered Render in a sorrowful tone.

((Halfling))”We help because we are better.” ((Elven))”We help because your spirit can be saved.”
In honesty Valandril would have preferred silence for the small rite he performed for the dead elf, but these folk where not his folk and didn’t know his customs. “Ignorance is the blade others carry with ignorance.” one of his clan’s elders had once said to him, when he was young. He walked over to stand next to Basyl, then bent down so he was leaning over the bandit and jerked his dagger out the man’s chest.

((Elven))”Please ask him the name of the elf.” The request was directed at Basyl.


((OOC: I've sort of decided to leave stage directions in the title as to how you should read my posts... is this a good idea? You tell me.))

Render had a lot to think about now, he didn't care for anything these 'noble and gallant' people were saying to him after all, he was the only one without blood on his hands. They were so quick to kill these men, despite the girl apparently harming one of their friends, so why did we help the girl, a pretty face? Was that not why they had tried to harm her?

Quickly he snapped out of this trail of thoughts, next his thoughts turned to his own survival. It was better to stay as part of a group, after all he had put one pebble sized bullet in the face of one assailant which had appeared harmless, another his height and position had saved him from a swift death and then a woman had saved him, he really was a pitiless rodent, yet he loved it, he lived. Unfortunately he had to stay with these idiots.

“I do apologize for my rather brash statements, come let us be friends. Let's vanquish this evil, let's cleanse these woods, let's be heroes!” Render said unenthusiastically.

Render chuckled “do it or die” Render whispered under his breath, his adapted personal motto. After all he didn't have a choice now.

((In Response To Basyl))

Brushing his hair back from in front his eyes, Basyl took a step forward sheathing his blade-there was little point in cleaning it now- and cutting into a sweeping bow."Basyl To'chet, at your service m'lady." He speaks clearly, with sincerity in his voice.

Coming back up from his bow, ... his medium-length hair was loose and out of order- causing him to move it again before he spoke.

"Allow me to help put a stop to these fiends."
Leanderia watched Basyl perform his elegant bow and smiled as the man offered his sincere assistance and said, “And I am Leanderia. Thank you for your willingness to help.”
((In Response to Render))

She'd scarcely had time to take a breath when the little man addressed her next:

“Tell me... Lady, for I am afraid you did not indulge us with your name, as to what reason we help this family? Will they make us rich? Or is it a personal quest for yourself? I put to you that you are not going to help them... to help them, but in fact to settle a score for yourself. These bandits hurt you physically and emotionally is this not a fight for vengeance?” He said with cynicism in his voice.
A look of disgust began to form and grow more pronounced with every word the distasteful little man uttered. She looked him up and down, and wondered if it was he whom she thought she had seen when she first stumbled upon their camp. She hadn’t been sure she’d seen anybody, because before she had been able to stand back up he’d been gone.

“As I have just stated to Sir To'chet, I am Leanderia. I do not know who told you that the bandits hurt me physically. I can assure you, they did not;” She looked the little man over again, then added, “not that you care one way or the other. I will help these people because they cannot do it for themselves, and I, unlike some people apparently, will not…cannot just stand idly by knowing that that woman will not be able to protect herself the way I was able to protect myself.” She looked him over once more, her disdain for what he’d said quite obvious on her face.

It was then that she turned away from the little man to return the blade to the blue-eyed man, making a point to show she was not interested in anything else he had to say.

((Render's Second Statement))

“I do apologize for my rather brash statements, come let us be friends. Let's vanquish this evil, let's cleanse these woods, let's be heroes.” Render said unenthusiastically.
To say the least, Leanderia was rather skeptical that this little person had any interested in saving or helping anyone. The uninterested tone with which he made his declaration hinted at such. But She admittedly did not know him any better than he knew her, and as such she would just have to see what kind of being he truly was by his own actions. “Actions speak louder than words, after all.” She thought.

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Leanderia watched as Blue Eyes slipped silently into the forest after stating he would follow behind. She looked at the others briefly and saw that Basyl was tieing up the only bandit still alive. She quickly moved to help him, "We must hurry. I only pray that woman is unharmed."
With that she headed out of the clearing in the same direction through which she had come.


(((Just on a side note, I took the liberty of replacing the ! at the end of your statement, Haruspex, with a period. I did so because the ! denotes enthusiasm and excitement, whereas the period does not, and you clearly stated that the comment was made unenthusiastically. If this is not ok, I will change it to the ! in my copy/paste.)))

Basyl had missed all that Render had said up until the remark about fetching his own rope. Scowling he looked up from the prisoner and was about to speak again when Valandril appeared beside him, pulling the dagger from the man's chest

((Elven))”Please ask him the name of the elf.”
Basyl frowned, giving a passing glance to the elf before complying. He wasn't going to ask why... not yet anyway. Render returned shortly after with the rope, to which Basyl chuckled. "Perhaps next time I will get the rope, and you can sit on the brute". With Val and Render still nearby, Basyl took a brief moment to restore his boot dagger to its hidden position.

"I shall follow in the darkness," Basyl nodded to the figure in blue. He still knew little of this man, but he seemed keen to help - help Basyl was not going to pass up.

Swiftly he got to work fastening the man's wrists together. Even in the failing light it was as easy as rigging a sail on a clear day. Within moments he was finished, and set about hauling the man to his feet. Leanderia came over and assisted, but it was obvious she was anxious to leave.

With a last look about the camp Basyl spoke up. "Toss any excess supplies in the tree with mine. We can come back for them. I've a feeling we're going to need all the mobility we can get." With that he turned towards the direction Leanderia had emerged from. Drawing his blade he gripped the prisoner's bonds tightly and pushed him forward.

"Time for you to lead the way. An' no funny business"