Anza, the Jay's page

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

....

".... Well tha's too bad. Though you saved me a long hike into bandit territory. Sorry to hear though. The guy probably was offered the opportunity to join or die. I can't see a cowardly city-slicker like this fella fallin' in with this lot, 'cept to buy time to escape. Well, guess I'll be headin' back then. Thanks."

"Ok.. I think i am just going to get my bow out as you seem crazy or dangerous."

Zokon reaches for his bow....

At this point she interrupts and says: "Uh uh. Keep yer hands out in front were I can see 'em." She draws a bead on him.

Lemme know if you want to continue.

"So Anza, what are you up to then? Nothin' out here but hills and monsters, right?" Scarlet keeps her hands at her side. "I mean come on, if we wanted to ambush you why would we walk up to you in the open like this?"

"Maybe I'm a monster! Ever think of that? Ha-hah! I'm a scout and a guide and semi-professional hermit. So iffin anyone belongs out here it's me! Right now I'm on the hunt for a fat feller by the name o' ah, I'm lousy with names, um, It'll come. funny foreign name. Guy was a porter. His bosses up and left him when they saw what they took fer bandits. I woulda done the same the way these brigands is in these parts. But now someone's paying me to go find the lost city lamb.... Planchet! That's the name. Or maybe it's Plan-shey. Durn foreign pernunciations. Anyway, you seen 'im? Fat foreign city slicker? I figger he's probably dead by now, kilt by the bandits, or the weather, but there's more coin in it fer me if I can bring the cream-puff back in one piece. Gods, that's more than I've talked in two years!"

"Scarlet Scarab. Zokon. We're explorers."

"So. Your name and business? Besides pointing bows at strangers."

"Anza!" She shouts back in the gravely voice of a lifelong smoker, or a middle-aged tavern wench.

"Yes, we mean no harm, notice that we do not have drawn weapons, possibly foolishly, I may just have my bow ready next time."

"Yeah that's just what bushwhackers would say before their buddies come around and shoot them in the back. So you can just keep standing where you are and yer yap shut."

"Splorin'? What's to explore? Nuthin' but hills, and monsters out this far. Nobody comes out this far unless they're up to something."

As our two intrepid explorers approach....

"Alright! That's far enough! Names and business!" She shouts from cover, about 50 yards away, while aiming her short bow at Scarlet and Zokon.