“You can see that I am no balroc.” Neftet offered. The ranger nodded, her long hair undulating like a cloak about her lithe form.
“I am Kimber O’Cian.” She said. “This is Kisabuk, druid of Oghma.” She pointed her sword toward the brown man and with a big smile added, ”And of course you met Bailey.”
“Very unexpectedly.” He nodded. She tossed the weapon back toward the assassin and he caught its hilt deftly. The sack she dropped at her feet.
“Leave these woods and do not come back.” Kimber stated. “To ignore this warning is to forfeit your life. I will be watching for you. I value life or I would have taken yours. You seem to find no worth in a man’s life. Someday, it may be your undoing. I am merciful once, but do not think I am soft,” Her demeanor turned to one of menace. “We have bugbears to kill,” she said.
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