[color=8882be]The half elf turned a skeptical glance at the farmer, a narrow brow raised high over her honey colored eyes. Did he really think he could [i]negotiate[/i] with outlaws? Was he so naïve to think they would just surrender and not attempt to plunder all the wagon wares as well? She muttered something in elvish under her breath.[/color]

To much of the surprise of the two women, the small crew of bandits slowed as they neared the edge of the grass. One of them stepped all the way forward, his mace still at the ready. He tilted his head back to inspect the collective before him, the dark gaze shifting from the two females to the mercenary before settling upon the seemingly harmless farmer. A sly grin rose to his lips as he considered the situation. "She's worth more than ya realize, farmboy. Give her back an' be on yer way."