You stand on the docks of the greatest trading city of Freeport. Your journey here was long and uncomfortable, so it's with a sense of freedom that you walk the bustling dockside. Unfortunately, you are not laden down with gold, or even silver. The merchant that hired you on had to cut you loose after his shipment of foodstuffs went bad during the voyage. You were supposed to travel to ports beyond, but now it seems that you're going to have to fend for yourselves in Freeport-at least for awhile.
The action on the docks is mesmerizing. There are ships in port from all over the world, carrying every manner of exotic goods. Sailors and merchants of all races and backgrounds mingle on the wharves, with money changing hands so fast you can barely even follow. The sights and sounds are so overwhelming that you almost don't notice the group of men that casually coalesce around your party. They are a rough lot, scarred and crusty sailors armed with saps and belaying pins. The leader of these scurvy dogs, a toothless man with tattooed knuckles, smiles crookedly and says, "You've all just volunteered for an exciting life at sea. Do you want to the easy way or the hard way?"
Anrya looks at the rough and crusty sailors and sighs softly. She places her slender hand on the hilt of her sword, just to be safe, as she says, "I would much rather prefer the way that let us walk right past you and continue with our own business."
The toothless leader growls, "What did you say you blue-haired midget?" He gripped onto his sap tightly. He moves forward as he says, "Looks like this one's choosing the hard way."
The leader of the gang growls when he sees the gnome doing this, quickly yelling at his men, "Shield your eyes!" He and one other man quickly covers his eyes, while the others don't move fast enough. The four who don't are blasted by the barrage of colors, knocking them back onto the wooden planks of the dock, unconscious.
The leader glares at the gnome as he quickly drops his sap and grabs his belaying pin, raising the piece of wood high into the air, and bringing it down hard.
Anrya chuckles softly as she brushes her long silver hair back behind her shoulder and her green eyes locked on the thug next to the leader. "I guess I'm choosing the hard way as well."
Quickly, she pulled her sword out from its sheath, but instead of attacking with the blade, she slammed the pommel of the blade into the thug's face, knocking him back onto the ground, completely unconscious. She smirked as she said, "Piece of cake."
Anrya, seeing the crusty sailor hitting the gnome, brings her sword up and says, "Hey buddy, pick on people your own size." She brings the pommel of her sword down, but the leader sidesteps her strike, causing her to miss.
As Anrya misses the leader with her attack, he growls as he tries to hit her in the head with his pin. However, she quickly whirls around and knocks it away with her sword.