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Well that was certainly quick. Barely on the road and already they were getting distracted from their mission by annoyances. Frustrated more than alarmed, Brynan flicked her sodden hair off her forehead and scanned the area around them. Her darkvision showed her very little - partly because the rain lowered the visibility considerably, but also because there was not yet anything of note to see. But the trolls were certainly close, judging from the smell alone.

Moving with very little urgency, she strode forward as elegantly as one could in mud the consistency of fresh diarrhea. She pulled one of her scimitars from its sheath and took her place at the front with the other fighters. They were eager - she liked that. The dwarf, Solveig, even got a quick barking laugh from her. She slapped him heartily on the shoulder.

[color=c03f7b]"Just save some for the rest of us. I need something to slice."[/color]

"Ahoy! Friend coming in!"

Brynan turned to find the source of the unfamiliar voice, weapon raised. A human woman, half-stuck in mud and about as bedraggled as the rest of them. 

[color=c03f7b]"This is no time for a stroll through the woods, [i]friend[/i],"[/color] she called back. [color=c03f7b]"Fall back behind us if it's protection you seek."[/color]

The timing of her appearance was certainly odd. Brynan was no fool - she couldn't discount the possibility that this woman was somehow working with the trolls. But for the moment she would let things play out as they might. The immediate threat she was more concerned with was the trolls themselves.
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