<em>Instead, she waved her rapier warningly at the men approaching them, while letting the dagger in her left hand hang by her side as if she'd forgotten about it. "We'd like to talk to our friend over there," she said, nodding towards the dock. "Let us through and there'll be no need for bloodshed." It was a vain hope, but the offer had to be made.</em><br/><br/>"I am sorry little lady, but we are hired thugs sent to rough you up. If we just let you waltz up to our client we will be banned from the Guild. Don't worry, I promise to stick to body shots and not mess up  your pretty face," says the Lead thug. He resembled what you expect from a thug. A burly wine sop armed with a dirty sword.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Zeth rolled: 2d10<br/>Comment: Brutes Init.<br/>Result: 9, 5, <br/>Total: 14<br/></div></div>