The elf girl was glad to be on solid ground.  Being jostled over someone's shoulder want very comfortable in the slightest.  In truth her abdomen was feeling a bit sore.


"That's it," the nameless blonde elven woman in the dancing costume agreed as her blue eyes sought out her wagon, a brightly coloured vardo that served as her home.


"Nobody was expecting trouble," she whispered, "we would have hired guards if we thought there would be.  We were just a bunch of merchants and craftsmen.  None of us knew how to fight.  I know a few spells but I'm a fortune teller, not an adventurer!"