Running awkwardly through the trees, the final merrow pants and gasps.  This was not how the plan was supposed to go.  They were supposed to get some easy coin or perhaps a slave or two.  This was wrong.  This went poorly.  She begins to cut back in towards the river, hoping to throw the Delvers off of her trail as she makes her way back.  Then abruptly the huntress is before her again.  A snarl of surprise and anger comes to her and she attempts to stop, only to find herself tripped and flung forward.<br/><br/>She hits the ground hard, attempting to roll up but honestly struggling to do so.  She holds up her webbed hands and snarls out, "Stop, stop!  I'll talk.  I'll work for you.  What do you need?"