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<blockquote data-quote="jmucchiello" data-source="post: 6979012" data-attributes="member: 813">Ana arrived in town in the late afternoon. A light drizzle heralded her approach. In the trading square she overheard someone was planning a caravan trip and needed some guards. That would satisfy her need to get even further away from home. Minding her own business a man called out to her lewdly. She ignored him and pressed on. Suddenly she felt a tug at her arm as the man pulled her into an alley. &quot;I said you look like you need a man's help,&quot; as his eyes traveled up and down her body. &quot;Let me go,&quot; she insisted, her other hand reached into her boot for a handaxe. He slapped her across the face and yelled something...The man's scream was ignored by passersby...The rain poured in buckets as Ana looked down at the dead man. Sheathing her sword, she ripped off part of his robe and wiped his blood off her face. She took his purse, 3 gp, and left the alley, looking for the inn where the merchant was supposed to be.She enters the bar hestitantly. All eyes look up as she enters and that is unnerving. She sees an young lad wiping down he bar who says, &quot;Can I help you?&quot;Thankful for someone to focus on, Ana walks toward the bar. &quot;I heard someone was hiring caravan guards here.&quot;&quot;No idea. You want a room.&quot;&quot;I suppose.&quot; She pulls out a few silvers.&quot;Yeah, three silvers will get you a room.&quot;She pays the boy and he leads her up to a room.In the morning she comes downstairs. The barmaid welcomes her with a smile. &quot;I didn't see you come in. Breakfast is on the fire. What can I get you?&quot;&quot;I heard someone here was hiring caravan guards.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jmucchiello, post: 6979012, member: 813"] Ana arrived in town in the late afternoon. A light drizzle heralded her approach. In the trading square she overheard someone was planning a caravan trip and needed some guards. That would satisfy her need to get even further away from home. Minding her own business a man called out to her lewdly. She ignored him and pressed on. Suddenly she felt a tug at her arm as the man pulled her into an alley. "I said you look like you need a man's help," as his eyes traveled up and down her body. "Let me go," she insisted, her other hand reached into her boot for a handaxe. He slapped her across the face [color=red]and yelled something. . . The man's scream was ignored by passersby. . .[/color] The rain poured in buckets as Ana looked down at the dead man. Sheathing her sword, she ripped off part of his robe and wiped his blood off her face. She took his purse, 3 gp, and left the alley, looking for the inn where the merchant was supposed to be. She enters the bar hestitantly. All eyes look up as she enters and that is unnerving. She sees an young lad wiping down he bar who says, "Can I help you?" Thankful for someone to focus on, Ana walks toward the bar. "I heard someone was hiring caravan guards here." "No idea. You want a room." "I suppose." She pulls out a few silvers. "Yeah, three silvers will get you a room." She pays the boy and he leads her up to a room. In the morning she comes downstairs. The barmaid welcomes her with a smile. "I didn't see you come in. Breakfast is on the fire. What can I get you?" "I heard someone here was hiring caravan guards." [/QUOTE]

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