"Nothing that I can think of." The oracle shakes her head sadly, and falls into silence for a bit longer. As you walk side by side, you can hear her begin speaking softly under her breath... it sounds like she's making some sort of list, reciting words to herself in another... no, several languages. From the sound of it, many- maybe all- of the world's languages live on her tongue.<br/><br/>She's still murmuring to herself when the arrow rips her cowl off, pinning it to a nearby tree- revealing two things. One, the pretty face of a sylph, with shoulder length, storm-grey hair and eyes like the sky after the rain. And two, the position of the Bandits who attempted to get the jump on you both.<br/><br/>"Shit, Jarl... How'd ye miss that shot? She didn't even know ye were there!" The bandits' leader steps forward, a bulky man wielding an axe as broad as he is, and leers down at ya. "It must be my birthday, ladies... two pretty little things walk right into my turf. And one's even already been unwrapped... So, how 'bout ye just come quietly, and we'll let ye live to see tomorrow..."