<strong>Eluv'yan Federan<br/>The Imperial Highway<br/>Somewhere North of Ostagar</strong><br/><br/>Eluv'yan nearly cursed as she was shoved to the ground unexpectedly by Mathius. A small grunt passed through her gritted teeth as an arrow whizzed by her face and thunked into the cart. Bandits? Highway Men? Holding her breath she listened, she could hear cursing and muffled footsteps. What was she going to do? The two young wardens certainly couldn't let their ride ticket get injured. Let alone, let Bor sustain any further damage. Grumbling she got onto her feet. She was tired and cranky, dirty and cold. She wanted a meal, supplies and a good nights rest.<br/><br/>Darkspawn were something else, but people, humans, were an annoyance especially if they chose to fight at a distance. Being stealthy clearly wasn't a skill of theirs, especially if they were cursing at each missed shot. After brushing off the snow on her armor, she glanced up at the forest edge. Her green eyes were narrowed, and focused. Now Eluv'yan was not usually one to anger, but she had seen better work from thieves who were just beginning out. After taking a few more precious seconds to glance over the area, she opened her mouth.<br/><br/>Eluv'yan wasn't your standard thief, she often took a route that even the most dexterous rogues would choose not to. She chose words, lies, and charisma over traps, backstabbing, and combat in some situations.<strong>"You've wasted two arrows! Now certainly your quiver cannot hold more than twenty. You're a terrible shot and your footfalls are heavy. How about you show yourself instead of wasting precious ammo, and confront us like a real thief would had he been seen?"</strong>She was angry, she also wasn't unprepared. She knew how to combat thieves, she grew up with them. And at the moment, if she bought more time, she would have access to magic. Something they surely wouldn't see.<br/><br/>Mathius might possibly see this move as brash, and not properly thought out, but to Eluv'yan it was an attempt at intimidation. Intimidation worked in many ways. A shaken enemy could be talked out of battle, or could effect them enough that they would slip up in combat. Even if it didn't affect them, she had given herself some time to think up a new plan. Hopefully, she could at least draw them closer, and out into the open, for neither her or Mathius had a way of fighting at that far of a range.