Amara finds a flat spot in the grass, a small depression where the tall grass helps to hide her. As she traveled, and the darkness grew more and more she'd spot what looked like a band of horsemen, maybe a half-dozen, heading for the town she'd left earlier, arriving about the time night feel, and the world descended into blackness.<br/><br/>A few hours later, she'd find herself awakened by the sound of horses, circling around her small camp, and a crude, male voice calling out to her. "Well, well, well, what do we have here, boys? A little elf, out on her own after dark? It seems someone forgot the rules, heh. And you know what we do to rulebreakers, don't you?" Cruel laughter echoes from around the circle, and the first voice speaks again. "Get up, girl. Who are you, and who owns you?"