with @ravildan, for hypatia trevelyan. — get back or i'll shoot!
hypatia nearly tumbles back in alarm, boots scrambling against the crumbling dirt of the grassy hill as she tries to maintain her balance. in front of her, the crouching, threatening half-elf points an arrow at her chest, his eyes sharp. from hypatia's current position, she sees an assortment of weapons on the man's form (daggers, potions, a whole lot of danger strapped haphazardly to his leather getup), and it becomes immediately clear this man is well-trained in the art of death). antivan crow, perhaps? "i mean you no harm," hypatia swears mid-stumble, a palm pressed into the side of the hill as her other hand, shaking, squeezes her sword tightly. "we are the inquisition. i... am the inquisitor." the words spawn a glow of green from her gloved palm. her eyes linger on the half-elf's face. "let us both lay down our weapons, please. my camp is not far, and my allies will hear me yell and come running. it would not be beneficial to shoot me." she pauses. "perhaps we can help each other. please. lower your weapon and i shall drop mine."