The night comes over the caravan as the guards are beginning to get fatigued. The leader of this brigade is pushing the men too hard.

A few hours past the witchign hour the Caravan stops. It seems a woman is a dark cloak has blocked the road. SHe is standing with her hands on her hips ad her hood drawn over her head. Her trusty horse is behind her.

"You there get rid of her." The leader says. Three large guards approach the lady, grab her and begind to drag her towards the large man who bought these slaves.

"What for are you blocking my path?"

She looks up and smiles at him. "I am going to rob you!"

"Now how can you do that with a dagger at your throat?"

"I will kill him first!" She motions to her left with her eyes. "Then him." eyes to the right. "Then I will disembowel him and finally slit your throat."

He begins to laugh, "Kill her." The guards pull back her hood and reveal that she is an elf. He falls backwards with the pulling of her cloak and the right guard catched her. She turns away from him and falls out of his arms. As she falls to the floor she pulls his sword and blocks the blow from the left guard. She leaps to her and dodges a grab by the third guard, while slicing the left guard from his navel to his chin. He drops to teh ground dead. In a continuing motion the blade archs into the sky landing in the skull of the right guard. He gurgles over dead. The final guard now has his sword drawn and he makes and attack. She dodges low and pulls a small dagger from her cloak and spins around his midsection droping his organs to the ground.

The Leader is in shock and before he could call up more of the guards he whips the reigns and takes off towards his castle.

As the cart passes her by , running over the dead bodies. She grabs onto the back of the cart and begins to climb her way to the front of the wagon.

Moments go by and finially th efat man is dead and the wagon turns towards the south...