The King's Highway was the safest means to travel. Every day knights and armsmen from a dozen duchies and baronies patrolled the highway and kept it clear of brigands. In the event any ruffians did cause the local lords would pursue them doggedly and put them to the sword without mercy. Assallya felt even safer travelling in a caravan upon that road. Just one of nearly two dozen wagons travelling under escort.

Assallya was a beautiful woman, with alabaster rose blushed skin and long blond tresses that blazed like a dragon's hoard of gold in the sun. She had often been compared to Hanali Celanil, the goddess of elvish beauty and Sune, the goddess of human love but what she preferred was being compared to was Sharess, her own patron goddess of harlots and festhalls. Leaning back on the cushions arrayed across her vardo wagon's bench the elven courtesan lazily let her pair of horses follow the wagon in front of her. She was wearing what amounted to her adventuring attire, little more than a collection of fisherman's nets on her limbs and a brassiere. She lounged, black tipped toes gripping the footrest, chewing upon a reed she'd picked up at their last rest stop. The elven woman simply couldn't resist pretending she was just one of the farmers bringing their produce to market or whatever it was they did.

Beside her, the knight commander of the armsmen escorting the convoy rode with an eye on her nubile form. He wasn't unattractive and the gods above knew she'd lain with her fair share of older men but that mustache- It was ridiculously oversized and oiled. He had intentions, she could tell, she could always tell but he wasn't the type to provide gifts or pay for such services. He was the type that simply felt entitled. 

"Good afternoon m'lady," the knight finally stated, a strange glint in his eye beneath the leather circlet that kept his long hair from his face, "Enjoying the day?"

By Sharess' tits, the bastard didn't even want to wait until nightfall. She could see it in his eyes. He was going to call over one of his men to drive her wagon so they could linger inside!

"Simply magical," she quipped, reminding herself that she had kept her being a sorceress secret, one never knew when to expect a lynching after all. "I was..."

Assallya's voice trailed off as her sharp azure eyes caught movement behind the knight captain. A dozen or more figures had suddenly erupted from the ground as if climbing from graves. It was a mix of orcs, goblins and humans near as she could tell, which was rather odd. Orcs and humans rarely worked together unless brought together by some higher power. Then again, what greater power was there than gold coin?

"Captain!" the blonde elven woman screamed shrilly, pointing towards the danger with her ebony tipped fingernail, "Brigands! By Myrkul's shrivelled black balls, Bandits!"