Follow, sword at the ready

You cross the square in a heartbeat, what few townsfolk present giving you a wide berth as your hand rose to your sword. You weren't a half bad swordsman but you didn't like taking chances: The sword was the largest you could comfortably lift in the barracks armory, a great slab of metal reminiscent of an executioners blade. It was huge, unwieldy, and unstoppable, practically the three most prized traits of the order. Though you had to admit you were a little uncomfortable about the prospect of trying to use it in the narrow alleyway.

Peering around the corner, you see Amber talking with the boy from earlier, five of his friends backing him up. She looked nervous, eyes switching from man to man, each seemingly more well-built than the last, "I thought you said you had money?" You would have face-palmed if you weren't trying to be sneaky. She really fell for that?

The boy smirked, "I do have money, and these boys have a lot more money. We just need you to do something for us and we'll give it to you. Sound good?"

She actually seemed to be considering it and your grip tightens on your sword, "W-what do you want me to do?"