Rook's companion in this venture had already wandered up over the next hill and out of sight.  The archer rested another few moments, tucked her dark hair back behind her ears, finished the last of her water and was busy folding up the map, letting her attention on thoughts of what treasures might be found and not paying enough mind to the trees around her so that she did not notice Brock until he called out to her.  

Startled, she looked up quickly, one hand already reaching for the bow.  But she stopped instantly when she saw the unfamiliar man not far from her, large weapon drawn and held ready.   She swore to herself as she gauged the distance between them.  If he charged for the attack, there was only a slim chance she'd be able to get an arrow knocked, drawn, & released before he was on top of her.  She was not pleased with those odds and she made no further move for the weapon.

"No enemy of yours, swordsman," she said evenly, carefully keeping her nervousness hidden.  "My name is Rook."


[@Gareth]