The smell of lizard men from their scent, Niraya knew. Thirty feet in front of her they popped out of the sand, sending the stuff flying into the air. From the looks of it the man and the woman were clad simple leathers, scraps really. Somewhere back home she knew the armor smith that had made her breastplate would cry at the sight of such shoddy craftsmanship. They were simply armed as well, short bows trained on her and axes at their hip.<br/><br/>Simple brigands, Niraya thought, she had dealt with her fair share of their lot back home on a daily basis patrolling roads with her brothers and sisters. They were wanting coin. How sad for them.<br/><br/>Initiative:At 2012-01-01 00:06:37, Niraya (uid: 14136) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=34166)<br/><br/>If they started firing on her, Niraya wouldn't be too upset about charging in and cutting them down. But right now she would try to talk them down. "I'm a simple traveler. I've run out of coin and have nothing of particular value on me," it was a bald face lie, but in terms of money the wolf was completely broke. Her equipment on the other hand...well, if the lizards wanted that they would have to pry it off her cold dead corpse. "I suggest we go our separate ways. Before someone gets hurt."