Highwaymen

You are surprised to see two figures appear from the forest on each side of the road. One a slender figure in leather armor. Dark grey skin contrasting stark white hair that falls past her shoulders. An elf woman, though her physical attributes point to her being a dark elf. In one hand she holds a rapier and in the other what you assume is a spell book.

The other figure is a tall hulking minotaur, a rare but terrifying sight. Minotaurs rarely are seen outside labyrinths and mazes but a displaced minotaur will often end up wandering until it’s **** or the discovery of a new maze worth calling home. Two sharp horns sit atop a bull-like head. It’s bare chest muscles are covered by a brown fur that coats the rest of his body as well. As you look down you find yourself thankful that this minotaur has the modesty to wear a loin cloth. In a free hand he readies another javelin.

“Hey what the hell!” You say demanding an explanation for the attack.

“Drop your gear.” The woman says in a silky smooth voice.

“Why the hell should I?”

“We want it.”

Damn bandits this close to town in broad daylight? What’s the world coming to? They must be looking for solo travellers just like me… I’m out numbered and probably out armed. I could take my chance by running but the tall fella looks like a pretty good throw. Don’t think I could take these two in a fight unless I somehow turned the tables.