"Rolan Kadar Quickstrike. You were never subtle, were you?" There was definite amusement in the deep voice that suddenly sounded from the edge of the campsite, just outside the circle of feeble light the campfire was giving off. "Your campfire can be seen miles off by anyone smart enough to look in the right direction. Lucky for you, I've taken care of those pathetic trackers the girl's daddy sent after you." The man that stepped into the light was as night is to day compared to Rolan. His auburn hair fell in a loose ponytail to just below his shoulders. He was athletic rather than bulking with muscle, and Rolan had at least 4 inches on him, making him a little short of 6 feet. Yet he moved with the same deadly grace, a feline on the prowl, the sense of danger enhanced by the hilts of two swords strapped to his back, one hilt above his shoulder, one at his hip, forming a diagonal across his back. There was a simple dagger in the belt of his tunic. If anything, he looked like a forester, but he was clearly more, as Rolan jumped to his feet.<br/><br/>"Dar'Kahesh," he snarled, a dagger appearing in his hand as by magic. "What the hell do you want?"<br/><br/>The stranger shrugged elegantly. "Not very smart either. I'm here for the girl." His lips quirked slightly as if he had tasted something bad.<br/><br/>Rolan stared at him for a few moments before throwing his head back laughing. Still chuckling, he shook his head. "You would take her from me, whelp? Over my dead body." Not waiting for an answer, he lunged at the stranger, dagger outstretched, his other hand already reaching for the second dagger hidden at his wrist. His eyes barely had time to widen before his opponent pivoted neatly, the blade of the dagger slicing through the fabric of his cloak, and brought his knee up against his chest hard. As he fell to the ground gasping for breath, he felt the cold tip of a dagger against the side of his neck.<br/><br/>"The problem with you, Rolan, is that you use too much force and too little skill. Oh, you're good, I'll grant you that." Dar'Kahesh was crouched beside the assassin. Save for the dagger, he might have been talking to a small child. "But let's face it. I am better than you are. And that is why our Lord has sent me after you, to make sure you don't fuck up." He chuckled darkly. "Of course, he failed to specify what I should do with you. Now, I would love to make this last, for the sake of memories past and all that, but I simply do not have the time." The pressure on his neck increased until he felt the sharp sting of the steel piercing the skin. Moments later, he felt the warm trickle of blood running down his skin, quickly soaking his clothing and the ground below him. He was loosing a lot of blood fast, his main artery cut experly. "Y..you bastard," he managed to gasp out just before everything went black...<br/><br/>Glaran Dar'Kahesh got to his feet, eyeing the girl as he wiped his dagger clean on the dead man's clothes. "Get to your feet." When she didn't respond quickly enough , he crossed the distance between them and grabbed her arm, hauling her to her feet. "I am sure old Rolan here has repeatedly threatened to kill you if you do not cooperate. I don't do that. For one, my employer wants you alive. Secondly, I hate having my time wasted, and I am already considering travelling out here a waste of my time. But I assure you. If you give me trouble, you'll regret it."<br/><br/>He pushes her in front of him, away from the campfire. "We're getting away from here."<br/><br/>[I hope this will do. I cut the combat a bit short as otherwise the post would get terribly long. I'll get up a description of Glaran if you want, but otherwise I will just add bits of pieces in my posts. He's about Rolan's age]