Emmaline's blue eyes narrowed slightly as she saw the woman dragged off into the hut. For a time she had been in a daze, too stunned and overwhelmed by her sudden disastrous turn of fortune to focus much on what was going on. When the halfling had headed along the trail she had followed, more because a decision had been made rather than because she agreed with it. More than anything else she was tired of being tired and scared.

"You want a distraction?" she demanded, the first words she had spoken since being unshackled. Without waiting for a response, she squared her shoulders and marched forwards towards the bandits, slipping sideways away from the group so as not to give away their position. Her gait changed abruptly becoming half stumbling and tears began to stand out in the corners of her eyes.

"Help!" she called out in a tremulous voice, doing her best to make herself seem non threatening, like a villager stumbling into to raid by accident. She swiped at her eyes and stumbled to the ground as she came into sight of the crossbowmen, making herself a smaller target while forcing them to come to her if the wanted to apprehend her.

"Please help!" she wailed pitiful.

[i]Foolish girl.[/i]

[b]Oh shut up[/b] Emmaline thought back, hoping that taking another prisoner was more appealing than shooting her full of arrows.

[i]Quarrels.[/i]

[b]Shut up[/b] Emmaline's thought once again..


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