Role

Chapter 1

Lasentia took a moment to glance up at the full moon. Hopefully a sign of
good fortune. The light provided by the small campfire was almost consumed by
moonlight, but it would suffice. As she leaned against a large oak tree
her ears perked at the sound of travelers coming down the nearby forest road.
She began humming a little tune to calm her nerves, one of her hands retying
the ivory ribbon through the crescent moonstone clasp holding her hair in
back. This part was always enough to keep her on edge, no matter how many
times they had done this. The faint draw of a bowstring she could barely hear
as she waited, but she knew it was there. The footsteps were loud enough, it
was two sets she heard, tromping heavily enough that they clearly did not
care if they were heard. The travelers caught sight of the fire and
approached, carrying on in a loud if not somewhat inebriated tone. Dwarves.
Probably crusaders heading to the basilica. She smiled a little as they drew
closer. This would be easier than she hoped.

Without much of an introduction the dwarves stomped up and threw their packs
to the ground, settling by the fire. If they noticed the elven woman standing
there, they did not say, too caught up in their debate over who brewed the
best ale in Akan. After a few minutes one nodded to her, as she had caught
them making glances to her they thought her elven eyes had not seen. Seeing
her friendly smile when she caught his glance with her own, the dwarf let his
grip loosen on his axe. Within an hour the two dwarves were sleeping, the
first dwarf's promise to stand guard falling way to the sweet bliss of sleep.
The faint songsshe sang and the ale consumed no doubt aided him to sleep.

She ceased her singing when she could tell both were deeply asleep. She
waited a moment and then glanced up to the oak tree and nodded. Without a
sound three other wood elves landed on the ground next to her, each bearing a
crescent moonstone clasp somewhere on their person. Issandril, leader of the
Crescent Shadows looked over the dwarves and a few of the empty bottles.
Though centuries older, he still had a child like innocence about him that
was undeniable. "Well done Lasentia, but next time don't let them drink so
much of the ale, less there be none left for us to steal." he said with a
wink. A few moments later the four were gone, with a few of the dwarves'
choice valuables and the few hefty bottles of that fine dwarven ale that
remained.