Sick Ducker — Roleplayer Guild

Being in front of a convoy had its advantages and disadvantages. As she rode with more and more groups, Linna found herself enjoying the lack of dust trails, but also not very enthusiastic about running into danger first. This time, there was another human up there with her, probably a seasoned raider by his armor. Then his words confirmed the obvious, though it came as a surprise to hear he had supposedly abandoned the raiding lifestyle. Of course, an actual raider wouldn't really start a friendly conversation. Well, there were the odd ones that took swindling over straight up banditry. 

"I'm Linna, and you are right, I did hail from a monastery." She responded to the introduction with a bow of her own. "You made the right choice, if you ask me; people get further working together than hindering each other." 

While Enric took a pause to recall his story, Linna took out her waterskin and drank. Water was precious in the desert, painfully so as she discovered over the years. Water was also used as a currency, and from what Enric said, the mere talk of it drew attention. This could very well be another tall tale so common with sand dwellers. Linna studied the man's face for a moment, it seemed genuine enough.

"Was it so?" Linna raised her eyebrow slightly. "This desert is full of reckless folks. But why were they tracking you? They must have been brave or foolish; probably both." 

Then Enric the ex-raider went onto his combat history. Linna followed the words to the man's weapons; a pair of mismatching blades. Worn yet sturdy swords as far as they were visible. Dual wielding felt like an offensive choice to Linna. Double the cuts, sure, but she would rather have a spare hand or take a shield, should things get tense. 

"Impressive, you sure know the element of surprise. Though I would have given them a chance to surrender, you know, most upstarts do have serious second thoughts seeing their friends die." Linna noted. Shifting to herself, she glanced behind to see a grizzled dwarf bickering with a bunch of drunks. "That one has quite the mouth, must be a dwarven talent, eh?" She pointed to Brimar.

"Anyways, I'm afraid my adventures are not as exciting as your own." Started Linna. She brushed a strand of hair from her face and continued. "I did have an encounter a similar group. They were inexperienced, but I didn't want to risk fighting them. Rather safe than sorry, right?" Some sand blew her way, prompting Linna to cover her eyes with her arm. "Didn't know whether I could take off or hold them off, and their chief wanted to roast me for dinner. So I started preaching to them about our lord and savior, next thing I knew, that same chief was shoving me away as fast as he could. Apparently 'holy books' gave him the runs."

The wind was picking up, a large swirl of dust was the source ahead. Brimar's elf companion was also yelling his pointy head off. "We should slow down, perhaps tell the others to find another route." Linna suggested. She unfolded her scarf and wrapped up her lower face.
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