As Naziha's horse picked her way through the snowy plains to Wolftown Naziha found herself reflecting glumly on her own poor choice of destination. She was wrapped heavily in furs, purchased for some small pittance from a hunter along the way, and she was still cold to the bone. She chose not to travel with the large host, not for want, but for fear of some Alkebulan agent picking her up along the way. She was indeed entirely alone on her chosen path (Or so she thought) and did not hesitate to voice her frustrations aloud "Damn this endless chill!" She shouted to no one in particular. For an Alkebulan native snow that came in large droves like this, or any variety of snow for that matter, were not accustomed, nor the cold that accompanied it. "It's Spring here just like everywhere else, right?", once again questioning no one in particular, but somewhat quieter then last time. Her skin thirsted for the prickly heat of the desert, and she found that she preferred her dunes a sandy brown rather then white. She hugged close to her mount, the beast at least giving her some small degree of warmth. 

She at least had the distant sight of Wolftown to encourage her: The hope of hall and hearth, and perhaps some stout Northern brew, had tempered her conviction. The thought of money to be made also had a similar effect. But as she pressed on she began to realize that her road was not quite as desolate as it was before. A pair of footed men were taking the path before her, advancing slowly upon her, and they did not seem the sort that were merely innocent wanderers. There hands rested on their sword pommels, and they had the trademark mischievous grin of ne'er-do-wells. She quickly stiffened, and turned behind her, looking for some other pathway. She came to the realization that another pair were advancing on her from behind. A man from the pair before her called out, "You there! You're aware there's a toll on this road, aren't you? I'm going to have to ask you to hand over a little silver, for the Noble Lord Wiglaf, of course." It did not take a fool to see that these men were no lordly envoys. It was a hustle.

She dismounted. She was aware that through her furs neither her gender nor the fact that she was armed was discernible. She lowered her hood, revealing the face underneath. The before lax men visibly stiffened, perhaps in more way then one. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry boys, but I'm afraid I'm without coin..." She let her sentence trail off before approaching the man, "Perhaps you might let me off easy?" She said, taking the tall man into her arms, himself yielding willingly, flashing a seductive smile.  He was slow to reply, "We-well, maybe we can work out a little agreement?" She smiled, the folds of her furs peeling back to reveal the glint of her knife, "That would be nice." She said, thrusting it into his stomach. His compatriots, onlooking from a distance, were as slow as him to realize what had happened, only being tipped of by the drizzle of blood that stained the white snow. She threw the man into the on that stood next to them, knocking him over. She quickly pushed the now-corpse of and pushed the man back down as he attempted to rise, bringing the knife to his throat and ending his life.

Now the pair from behind began their charge. Now she threw off the heavy furs, revealing her voluptuous form wrapped in vibrant purple silks from her homeland. She also revealed the crossbow strapped across her back, which she drew quickly. She took aim at one of the men charging and let her bolt fly, killing him in only the matter of a second. The other man was a problem that she would deal with close. She reached for another bolt but as she began to reload he was already upon her. She caught his sword on the steel stirrup of her bow and then quickly leapt backwards, beginning to reload in the air, and finding the bolt successfully chambered on landing. She took aim in less then a second, and squeezed the trigger, lodging the bullet in his head.

By the time the confrontation was over she found herself freezing worse then before without her furs. She quickly reholstered her weapon, and then ran for her furs, quickly wrapping herself in their partially ineffectual warmth. She retrieved the pair of blots she lost and cleaned the men's blood from them before returning them her quiver. She mounted her horse and resumed her course. 

The journey to Wolftown continued without incidence and she was glad to reach the gates of the town. She found entry a bit before the assorted host to her back and made her way in. She quickly found the most expensive and luxurious inn available and purchased drink, seating herself by the more then welcome heat of the hearth. The stout Northern brew was not what she was accustomed to but it nonetheless helped warm her. She whiled away some odd hours in the common room before a crier entered the room, declaring before the bustling inn that an incursion of soldiers are to head further north, and all adventurers were welcome. Naziha was not interested until she heard the words 'worthy reward'. She was ready to go within the hour, and took her horse to meet the march. She feel along with the small host, mostly made up of hapless adventurers. She lazily followed the march, still cursing the cold.