Patricia
On a narrow dirt road, off the main highway that led to one of the great elven empire's port cities, there lay a caravan in ruins. Bodies of various kinds lay sprawled in the mud and dirt; some human, some elf, all stripped of whatever armor or weapons they had that were in decent shape. The caravan owners and their guards could be seen, in more comfortable clothing and clean-shaven. The bandits that killed them, also present, with dirty skin and unkempt hair. As the skies wept for the loss of their lives, showering them with the tears of the heavens, a survivor sat alone amongst the dead.

Sitting with their back against an overturned carriage, a young woman with darkened skin sat on the ground, her pointed ears poking out from short silvery-white hair. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest; one gloved hand was curled around her legs. Her other hand, and the reason for her inability to leave, was held up by the chain that bound it, fastened to the wrought-iron belly of the special carriage that was transporting her. To either side were chained corpses, her "Companions" On this journey. In front lay a lone bandit, a hole blown clean through his chest as if struck by a giant. Coincidentally, his blood covered her free glove, though it was slowly washing away. Like this Silver sat, waiting for the elements or nature to claim her soul in quiet resignation.
Kelly
*The furious stampede of a horses hooves would be heard long before one could see the horse or it's rider. Soon enough however, they both came into view, a jet black horse and it's rider also in full black moving at absurd speeds down the road. The rain continued regardless, showering the rider, who seemed more intent on reaching his destination with every pellet of rain that hit him.*

*Nox hated the rain, the water made his robes wet and extremely uncomfortable. After embarking and finishing an errand for his Lord, he had left the previous town in too much of a hurry, leaving him caught in this downpour. Nox looked at the suns position in the sky and cursed to himself. He would need to be way faster if he meant to reach the other town by dusk. This horse eh got for the mission was definitely too slow. Soon, he would spot a wrecked Caravan in the distance and slow down to see what had happened*
Patricia
Looking up at the sound of a horse's gallop, Silver carefully stood up, stretching out her legs that were sore after being still for so long. She soon spotted the rider down the road, slowly approaching her, and raised her free hand, waving frantically to get his attention. "Hey! Over here!" She shouted, not wanting to be left behind again. Even another life of servitude was better than being stuck out here in the rain and cold.
Kelly
*Nox, slowing his pace, would see the mess of weapons Macen and Elven bodies sprawled in the dirt around the an overturned carriage. Shit. Bandits he thought to himself; bandits were bad in the sense that would delay him, and what would not fare well with his plan of reaching the next town before dusk. He woud hear a female voice, but in the heavy downpour and poor visibility, he could not see anyone yet.*
Patricia
Silver snorted. "As I am currently bound to this carriage, I would be unable to do so without ripping my arm off! I'm sure you can forgive my reluctance to do so," She replied, tugging on her chain in frustration. "If you could find the keys, I'd be very grateful, you know." The dark elf looked around, unable to see where the caravan leader was from her position.