“I’m a noble knight in need of aid!”

Evellyn tries to straighten her back a little: ”Apologies for the intrusion huntress, I am a noble knight in need of assistance,” Evellyn declares.

The half-elf puts her guard up and looks her up and down again. ”A noble, hm?” she asks cautiously.

”Indeed, and in need of clothing and directions, for which you’ll be amply rewarded of course. You see, some ruffian stole m-“

The half-elf interrupts her, ”Privileged nobles have been tryin’ to expel me from their ‘hunting grounds’ for ages. Breaking my traps, tossing my camp. Imagine my fortune that I now have one ‘o you lot at my mercy...” A wicked grin appears on her face, and Evellyn sees her relax her bowstring, tucking the arrow between the fingers holding the grip of the bow in order to free up one hand, which slowly moves to the sturdy rope attached to her belt. ”I bet your ransom will fetch me quite a penny, or maybe a good deal at the nearby trading-post...”