A mage and a thief

You float up into the shadows to observe these latest intruders, hopefully without being seen in turn, while you decide what to do.

From your vantage point you see two adventurers, the first is a halfling, dressed in a dark tunic and grey hose that cling to some impressive curves for someone of such short stature, carrying a wicked-looking dagger - a thief of some kind, you guess. The second, walking just behind is a willowy elf dressed in a rich blue robe and carrying a staff topped with a blue gem - some sort of wizard.

Drifting downward you listen in to their conversation

Are you sure we shouldn't have picked up those Sun-Blessed weapons?

The elf asks, clutching at her staff

Nah, the stats on them are pretty poor, and the only things around here are lone dusk-wraiths, we can just ignore them - they can't do enough damage to kill us and their status effects are pretty puny - they're training mobs only. We're only here because it's a shortcut to the Forest of Orgnilac.

The halfling replies, before starting to whistle a jaunty tune.

You frown, there's no need for them to be quite so blase about the threat you pose, even if it is an accurate assessment of your abilities. The fact that they haven't got any of those accursed Sun-Blessed weapons is interesting though. It means that while you can't do much to hurt them, they can't really hurt you either, and if the elf is headed to the Forest of Orgnilac it means she must be low level. The halfling is a bit more dangerous, you suspect. She isn't even attempting to stealth, which means she must feel confident of handling anything that might try and attack.

You follow them, still unseen, listening to their snippets of chit-chat. You aren't sure yet how to turn this to your advantage, but you have a hunch there might be a way. At the very least the view is nice you think to yourself, eyeing the two females.