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Vert and Tiberius cautiously approached the bush. Suddenly, an elven woman leaped out and dropped to Tiberius' feet. She was tall and lean, and her midnight hair glistened in the moonlight.

"Please help me!" she begged. "Everything I have is in this satchel, and an orc is trying to steal it from me! Please stop him!" Right on cue, a large orc barrelled through the brush, shouting, [b]"Come back here, you thieving little-"[/b] He stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the camp.

His face paled slightly, and he reached back to scratch his head.

"Well, shoot..."