A heavily cloaked woman

Looking past the horses, you see what seems to be a woman holding the reigns. She is nearly completely covered by tattered robes and scarves, covering all but her shaded eyes from both the sun and your gaze.

“Hey lady... let’s not make a big to do about this. I’m sure you know what lands you are traveling through, so why don’t you hop on down so we can talk properly.”

The robed ladies shoulders shake, and you hear a muffled laugh just before two figures pop out of the covered wagon on either side, quickly drawing their arrows at you. A quick glance confirmed they were elves, not the prancing in a forest kind but likely half elves from a city. They wore blackened leather armor over their small frames, scuffed and worn in as if they were either in ill repair or stolen from the dead.

The driver, still laughing at getting the drop on you, throws away her cloak to reveal herself. Another half elf, with long red hair over her chain mailed frame. She stands up on the wagon seat, and placed her hands on the scimitar on her hip.

“Why yes I know where we are, but I like the view from here. You damn Futas think everyone will just run or bow at the sight of you, never thinking of a trap. That arrogance is just so... predictable.”

You stand confident before the half elves, unmoved by their threats. Yes they may have the drop on you, but they gravely miscalculated one thing. “Yes, we are arrogant, I’ll give you that. And yet, do you know why we still do whatever we want? Because we can back that arrogance up!”

The two bow wielders look nervously at their leader, hesitating. Using that second of hesitation to your advantage, you pounce into action against the three half elves.