Ahead of you, a hunched-over figure is moving down the road. It is walking very slowly, so you reach it fairly quickly. The first things you see are a big backpackand an impressive array of weapons; only later do you notice the numerous small bandages.
The figure must have heard you approaching, for now it turns toward you. “Kor be with you; or Phex, if you are of a peaceful disposition. Mind you, you do not look like it.” The woman looks weak and not altogether secure on her feet right now despite her broad build. She manages a small grin, surprising given her not altogether favorable condition. I have to keep going; in my condition, I can’t afford to stay the night outside. You wouldn’t happen to be interested in buying a two-handed sword, would you? Only 15 ducats for you. I’m a bit short on cash at the moment. No, thanks for the offer, but we have all the equipment we need. We’ll take you up on that two-hander. Why sure, glad to have you aboard. We can always use another skilled sword arm.
