Run!

You dash into the bushes, brambles scratching at your bare arms and legs. Behind you, the drakaron roars, "Get her!" You can hear them crashing through the underbrush and cursing as you dodge around trees, pushing through thick clumps of fern and ducking under rhododendron branches. Your heart pounds, your breath coming in sharp gasps as you hear them gaining on you.

Suddenly, the trees thin and you burst out of the forest, at the edge of town. Stumbling, you scramble between two cottages and out into the street.

"Help me!" you scream. "Somebody, please, help me!" Two travelers come barreling out of the pub and down off the porch, neither of them familiar to you. One is a red Fox with a black eyepatch, wearing the simple leather garb of an adventurer, and the other is a dapper Lion in a handsome black suit with a burgundy tie.

"What's the matter, Miss?" the Fox asks.

You point back toward the woods. "Bandits, on the forest path. A human and a drakaron. They...they tried to..." You can't catch your breath.

"Easy there, you're safe now," the Lion says, his voice a deep rumble you can feel in your bones. He glances at the Fox. "Go tell the sheriff. I'll make sure she gets home safe."

"Why do you get to decide?" the Fox asks. "Maybe you should go tell the sheriff. I'm sure he's more likely to believe your fancy suit, anyway."

"Why don't you let me decide who gets to walk me home?" you say.