Rushing Waters

Rushing waters refreshed the maiden, her heart weary and wallowed in worry. Holding her hands upon her shoulders crossed over her torso she embraced herself and softly hummed. (Stealth 18, 21, 12 vs Perception 21) Her body became tense as her ears picked up on the rustling of the brush.

“She already fuckin’ saw us,”

“Fat ass, can’t sneak anywhere with you!”

Tomas and Kenneth’s voices bickered, but Hunter stepped out with eyes that reflected the moon soaked river as though compound. Gulping in her fear he spoke with a troubled jubilance. “Don’t move. No more escaping, no more magic tricks.”

The other two then crawled out of the hiding bush with their weapons poised. Kenneth the Sly jovially slapped Hunter’s shoulder loosening his bow grip, then barked a decree. “Simple deal really, you come with us and we play nice, or….we take you with us. So do me a favor, instead of declining like you did with all our marriage proposals, just say yes and make it real simple. Afterall, we don’t want a repeat of our last visit.”