Sharee was taken out of her veritable trancewhen she heard the shouting coming from the marsh behind her. The voices were too faint for her to make out what they were saying at first, but they piqued her curiosity enough that she decided to see what was going on. Getting off of her log, she started to make her way cautiously toward the source of the noise, though she did not have to go far, as they were heading straight for her. Quickly, she dashed into the bushes nearby and hid herself away, waiting on whoever it was to arrive. 

After a short wait, Sharee saw what looked like a Bosmer woman emerge from the woods, only to fall down a small cliff onto the rocks below. Two pursuers on horseback caught up to her rather quickly, and while she did manage to pull one down off of his horse, it was obvious she was caught. 

Sharee watched the scene unfold with interest. Normally, it she didn't care about what crimes other people commited and would just leave it be, but there were two things making her consider actually doing something. For one, the two men were wearing oddly ornate clothing, indicative of wealth. It was entirely likely that they just stole the clothes and were as poor as the Bosmer girl appeared, but it was possible she could make a decent profit if she decided to intervene. The other part was that the two men appeared to be slavers, based off of what the tall one said. Sharee was obviously no saint, but even she had issues with slavery. It was about the only crime she wasn't willing to commit. She usually wasn't motivated enough to actually go out and stop slavers, but if she could make a bit of coin in the process, then the fact that they were scum would be a nice bonus. The Bosmer girl herself didn't look like she had anything of value, but it was possible that she had family that would pay a reward to her "heroic" savior. 

After a few moments of contemplation, Sharee decided to get involved. She opened up the satchel hanging at her side and thought for a moment on which poison to use. In her bag, she had quite the array of alchemical concoctions, most of which were in concentrated vials. In the vials, she had two health potions, two stamina potions an invisibility potion, a dispel potion, two damage health poisons, and a paralysis poison. The other four, which took up the most space in her bag, were in flasks and were quite different from normal poisons. When agitated, the liquids inside would turn into a gas, poisoning anyone the gases came in contact with. Two of the flasks were filled with a poison of drain magicka, while the other two drained stamina. Since neither of the men looked like mages, Sharee grabbed one of the flasks filled with a stamina poison, then closed up the bag.

Sharee emerged from the bushes holding only the corked flask in her hand. She was armed, of course, but all of her weapons were sheathed at the moment. She made no effort to hide herself from the two men, instead walking out in the open towards them with a confident expression on her face.

"Well, well, what do we have here on this fine evening? It's quite unsusual for wealthy-looking gentlemen such as yourself to be wandering these woods at night. It can be quite...dangerous at times. In fact, I think it might be safer if you were to let me hold your coin, you know, for safe keeping. I'll take this Bosmer girl back to town as well, so you won't have to worry about that." Sharee said, taunting them with an arrogant grin. While her exterior was rather calm, she was ready to act on a moment's notice if they tried anything.