It was just after midnight when the wind seemed to shift, a cool wind coming in from the inland mountain instead of a warmer breeze from the sea.  The leaves shuddered in the trees and the animals went silent, but Brin heard and saw nothing out of the ordinary.  She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but a glance around failed to reveal any threat.<br/><br/>Then, out of a dip in the ground no more than a foot deep, a form suddenly melted into view.  As he approached he was revealed as a human male wearing fine silks.  In his hand was a throwing dagger, which he tossed up and down in his hand.  His hair was blond, his face scarred.  He stared at Brin with a smirk on his face.<br/><br/>The situation was far worse than just a single nighttime visitor.  If Brin glanced behind her she saw that there were two men already in the camp, each held crossbows aimed at the sleeping forms of her compatriots.  They were all dressed in studded leather armour, well-made, with finely crafted swords at their hips.<br/><br/>"I had wondered where our wayward shipment wandered off too."  The silken dressed man commented as he looked Brin up and down, then looked up at the stars.  "I thought, no one would be stupid enough to steal from us."  His eyes glanced to the damaged chest.  "But I guess I was wrong."<br/><br/><br/>Stealth<br/>At 2018-11-03 12:28:58, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=126135)