<strong>  Yelmed Melitia Force</strong><br/>The three magical elixirs are packed away for later use, the group resumes their pace. The discovery has greatly lifted spirits, the villagers quickly concluding that this can only be interpreted as a blessing, a sign of good fortunes to come on their engagement with the bandits. Perhaps they will get there and the royal court elves will have already dealt with them? No, that can't be it, then they, and Yelmed, wouldn't get the reward. No, they will catch the bandits unaware, while they sleep, and quick and clean victory. Talk soon turns to the value of the three drinks. The first two are worth maybe 5 silver, no more than 25, but the elixir of youth, that's got to be worth 500. 1000? More. Maybe not even coin, give it to a king and surely you'd wed his youngest daughter, becoming nobility, has your own crest. What about an elf? No, they don't need it, not as much as a human, An extra fifty years for an elf is a drop in a puddle, but for a human, old and wrinkled on their deathbed? That's half their life back.<br/><br/>That night by the fire stories are told of fey and their exploits, but these stories are the more light-hearted ones, no one wants to hear sidhe around this campfire. “Allia, get over her! We're setting up the perimeter for the night!” Masota calls out. She is a little impatient with the hafling, sensing that she didn't originally plan to accompany the militia force, and she shows her disappointment for not just her but her friends as well who chose not to lend their magical talents to the village. Initially she put Allia under the charge of Quarion, but it is clear she does not believe the half-elf is being strict enough with her.<br/><br/><strong>  Yelmed's Headstrong Youth </strong><br/>Nephie readjusts her aim, and her second bolt that catches the elf in the thigh, two inches above the knee. Further back, Vanessë has an better sight on the elf, and seeing her use the bow she is ready to respond with her own weapon, no more trickery and non-violence. Unobscured by tree branches her first dart becomes lodged in the elf's leather armour, the point piercing her belly. Gritting her teeth in pain, she slips down from the tree landing deftly,<em>“Over here,”</em>she yells to her left, then attempts to duck behind a thick bush.<br/><br/>From the darkness she called towards a figure emerges, a burly human clad in leather armour, carrying an short blade and shield.<strong> “Where are they?”</strong>he roars,<strong>“Oh I see it. Come down little goblin,”</strong>he brandishes his weapon, but seeing Nephie's crossbow raises his shield too. Behind him a companion appears, carrying a crossbow of his own. He takes aim at the goblin in the tree, squinting in the poor light. Next to him strides a fourth figure yet, another human, a woman with long reddish hair. She carries a shield and no weapon yet, but walks with the confidence of a commander.<br/><br/>Mella meanwhile has been moving into position, good instinct and chance giving her a good line of sight on both the elf behind the bushes and two approaching men.<br/><br/>Nephie - 16: Uninjured<br/>Bandit (human, crossbow) - 11: Uninjured<br/>Vanessë - 10.5: Uninjured<br/>Bandit (human, sword and shield) - 10: Uninjured<br/>Mella - 9: Uninjured<br/>Elf Archer - 5: Severely Injured