kwll wrote:Amused, Lisglen moves boldly on and asks the little red-haired creature: "And what, for heaven's sake, are you trying to do here?"
heard the voice cutting through her concentration as she struggled with the iron ring. The halfling exploded with movement, releasing her hold on the ring and rising, hands quickly snatching her short bow from the ground beside her while the other hand drew an arrow with practiced ease from the quiver on her back. The arrow was knocked and the string pulled back, the grey goose fletchings caressing her cheek as she aimed at the figure who spoke
Five of them. [Expletive] Tallfolk at that... Freda noted the armor each wore and those who didn't, the weapons of each. The idea of running hasn't quite reached the grey matter 'tween her ears. A genetic fault. Halflings are at heart a fearless species, more so the ones who served as shire wardens much like herself (that is, until the creep of mundanity began to gnaw at her).
The five hadn't moved against her, that much she noted. She figured maybe they were here for the same thing. Time to play the hand dealt her, as ol' Auntie Asphodel was wont to say."Trying to lift this 'ere bloody trapdoor, is what!
" She snapped, her aim never wavering not one bit. "Now what I'm wondering is, is you all friendly, or not? If not, then I reckon one of you is going to get hit with an arrow...or two...before you reach me and I ain't sticking 'round for no fight. If ye be friendly, well then, how about helping me with this sorry contraption?"