A duel notification appeared in front of Braden. He stopped moving toward the crowded quest-giver and turned around, wondering who would be picking a fight already. What he found was an over-confident dark elf--undead elf, he corrected himself--trying to taunt him into it. He took a moment to evaluate her, noting the bow she carried and weighing his chances against that. At only level one, there was hardly a difference in stats. That gave an archer a large advantage--unless she didn't know when to drop the bow and defend herself.

Braden declined the offer. Then he sent a new one for a half-health duel. "If you're any good with that bow, this should be easy for you. Ever used one before now?" The square was crowded, people running every which way, but that suited Braden just fine. More people meant more cover from her arrows. Unless she was smart about it and moved them somewhere quieter.