Rosali was almost grateful for the elf's intervention, until she spotted the malicious glee in his eye. She suspected he was always on the lookout for reasons to hurt people, and not honestly all that concerned about his underling's conduct. She took a few small, nervous steps backwards, but if worse came to worse she knew she was unlikely to outrun all three of them. Soon she spotted the other men circling around, and that seemed to seal her fate.<br/><br/>For all their leader's lofty words, they looked like bandits to the princess. Before the wretched cult had taken over no bandits would have dared make camp on even these remote, little-used roads. Most of Rosali's view of their crimes had centered on their mistreatment of her country's women, but it seemed their reign was having other detrimental effects as well.<br/><br/>Still, while she had nothing for them to steal really, she certainly didn't want to anger these men. "My name is Hyacinth, sir," she said, dipping into a polite curtsy which inadvertently caused her skirt to lift up just a bit more. "I am sorry to have disturbed you and your noble band, I was merely passing through..."