Uhm, Sorry, can you leave? [June Mission]
Desperation pushes starving villagers and stranded merchants to unscrupulous means to survive. As you finish up one of your patrols, a band of thieves manage to catch you by surprise and take one of your colleagues hostage. Holding a knife to their throat, they demand gold and supplies to help them survive the storm. They are still inexperienced civilians in the end though. An experienced warrior like yourself would cut them down easily, if that’s what you choose to do. [Grants Gauntlets +1]
It had been a few days since the winter clouds had covered the sky, bringing snowfall in its wake. Even by the region's standards, this was out of the ordinary - and likely not going to let up anytime soon.
Unusual circumstances such as this could not be wasted. Out and into the snowy fields Niamh had gone, cataloguing the oddities as she had come across them. Some of the wildlife she had even made notes prior to the storm's coming - the data that was procured from these were especially exciting to stumble upon.
"I suppose...you can be subject number 52." She mumbles, as she jots down the location of a flower that, despite the cold, still endured. "I wonder, are you here because of a ward, or are you naturally capable of enduring such -"
And with a thunk, someone lands a few feet nearby. The snow, steadily falling, already begins to settle on top of the unconscious person. Who??
Niamh turns her head. In the distance, she spots a couple of figures - once locked in battle, their attention now appears to be on their fallen comrade - and away from the person who had delivered the blow. Additionally, one of the dangerous figures has someone at knifepoint(?), though Niamh isn't too sure who it is - no, it's the person who knocked someone unconscious that's got her attention.
And when Niamh's eyes meet with her? Niamh's face immediately deadpans.
"Hey, be careful. This subject is fragile." She voices, unaware of the danger she's putting herself into.