Dymiira came upon a trio of travellers; a dark haired human woman in a breastplate, another human in much lighter attire, and a bespectacled dwarf with, of all things, a well groomed and neatly trimmed beard, which he seemed to stroke at every idle moment.<br/><br/>The apparant leader arched her eyebrows with a laugh, "Huh! We're just passing through. No money in killing a kobold or two when the citadel keeps them all locked up beyond the pass."<br/><br/>"Aw, come on, Lilla." Her blonde human companion whined, "It looks like she needs our help..."