<div class="floatright">(http://d.facdn.net/art/koveliana/1519934935/1519934935.koveliana_7686.png)</div>Brin felt like her heart was trying to rip itself out of her chest as she panicked, running as fast as her hooves could carry her, the weight of the pack unbearable, but she continued on, the thoughts of what would happen to her friends if these ruffians didn't follow her spurred her forward... but the thought of what they would do to her made her blood run cold... the tiefling tried to shake the thought from her head, her eyes widening as she saw the silk draped man following her, completely alone. As the terrified tiefling stared at her pursuer, barely registering what he had said, her hoof got caught of a root, she nearly managed to catch herself, but the weight of the pack threw her off balance, causing her to topple over, fumbling forward in the dirt, the brush in her hair flying off into the underbrush. Brin panted, the bag falling off of one shoulder, and Brin let the other strap slide off, quickly scrambling to her feet to face the man. "W-why can't you let us all go? W-we've done nothing to you..." she pleaded desperately as her tail curled around the handle of one of the daggers at her side, unsheathing it and placing it in her hand. "If... You let them both go, I will surrender... If not... Your life shall be mine... Ach vo'enshe..." the Tiefling bargained before finishing in a vile monstrous tongue.