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As her feet wandered, so did her mind. She began to think back on the events that led her to this point. Of her time growing up in the Underdark, the promises that had been made to her, and the betrayals that had strengthened her resolve to leave. She was so deep in thought, that she didn't notice the figure stepping out from behind a large tree and into the road. She was just a few feet away before she finally noticed and stopped. Standing in the middle of the road was a figure clad in a black cloak. They had their hood pulled up and a bandana covering up the lower half of their face, so all that was visible to her was their eyes.

"Halt!" came a man's voice, "Stand and Deliver."

"I beg your pardon?" Amrea answered.

"Isn't it obvious?" the man responded, now sounding a little put off. "I am a highwayman. These are my roads, and you are being waylaid. Turn over to me any goods or baubles you might have, and you may continue on your way. Do it not, and I will have to take your valuables by ****."

As he finished, he pulled his cloak back to reveal a saber and Dagger tucked into his belt. As he did this, Amrea took a moment to absorb what information she could. He was wearing dark brown britches, black leather boots, and what seemed to be a leather, light armor vest over his shirt. She also noted several pouches and satchels fitted to his belt along with his weapons. In the next second, he let the cloak fall back in place. A sudden silence hung between them.

Amrea suddenly started, "Oh, you want me to say something. Were you expecting something like oh please Mr. dark stranger, don't hurt me. I'm just a poor defenseless elf traveling on the road at night." She saw the man raise an eyebrow at this.

"Let me just cut through all the banter," she said levelly, "I'm not giving you anything. My possessions are my own and no one else's. In fact," she said, setting her traveling pack down, "why don't you hand over all your possessions." She then pulled a large dagger from a scabbard on her thigh. As she brandished the knife in one hand, she quietly whispered words of power and a small ball of fire appeared in the other.

Seeing this, the highwayman took a few steps back and drew his saber. "Very well then," he said, "hard way it is. At your pleasure madam, on guard!"