Ava sits up from under her blanket, and adjusts her pack, so it works as the back of a chair. "I do have a story.....if you don't mind hearing about a paladin of Pelor."
Ava adjusts once more and begins her story. "Isabella was a brave warrior who fought under the banner of Pelor in a city far from here. She was so skilled on the battle field that often word of her name would cause many of her enemy's soldiers to flee. Early in that great snowy winter several years ago, Isabella was sent to investigate the reasons behind the lack of supply caravans coming though. It was expected that the path was snowed in, or something like that, and then she would send back for proper support and supplies for clearing the path. Well, the pass was more than a day's journey by horse, and the first night, as she rested by her camp fire, she realized why the caravans weren't coming. Out from the reaches of the fire's light shot several crossbow bolts. With her years of battle, she quickly moved out of the way, and picked her shield, and drew her sword. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP! Quickly, four more bolts came from the darkness, all sticking into the shield on her left arm. That is when Isabella saw the shape of the bandits, off in the distance. She gave a whisle, and her steed raced after one, while the other three villans charged down onto her."
Ava, caught up in the excitement stands up from her make-shift bed and begins to mimic the movements of her story's antagonist. "Isabella steps to her side quickly running the curved razor edge of her falchion against his throat. Killing him instantly. She was then in a position someone of her experience should never have been in. The remaining two had her flanked. She quickly bashed one in the chest with her shield. The sound of his ribs breaking distraceted the other as she turned and and stuck he sword into the distracted's chest. She stood over the living foe, while he fought harder for air than he did in battle. She could tell then, by their gemed weapons that they were memebers of the Jaded Arms, a gang that have been known for roughing up travelers for coin, but never anything this organized. She got directions to their camp from the wouned one and bonded he hands and feet, and gaged his mouth. Her horse returned shortly after, his bloody hooves left marking his trail. She placed her prisoner on her horse and headed in the direction of the camp. Walking into the camp, she makes quick work of the two remaining guards, and makes her way into the tent of the leader. Kalvan the barbarian. It is unknown what happened in that tent, as she never talked about it. She did return with his legendary axe and a finger, with his ring still attached."
