Damn.<br/><br/>Damn damn<em>damn</em>. This was not going to end well and Rosali knew it, but she kept a carefully cheerful smile on her face as she followed the elf back towards his camp. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run, but the circle of brigands effectively cut off any escape she could have attempted.<br/><br/>She tried not to look at Dorath's strange weapon, but if he was so quick to attack his own men she very much doubted he would hesitate to strike her down if she wasn't careful. At least the cultists had been under strict orders not to actually injure her. She was beginning to question the wisdom of her flight.<br/><br/>"Oh, my story is not terribly exciting..." she said, "I was a servant in the city but, well, I'm sure you've heard the sort of things that have been happening there. I was hoping to leave Alumir and join some distant relations of mine."