Lyndis

A bone-chilling giggle echoes from the shadows behind you. The sound of dull leather boots on cobblestone approaches. As you turn, the shine of a blade in the dark causes your blood to run cold. "Well, well..a lost little lamb in my neck of the woods? I was wondering when I would next see one of your kind..My blade has been thirsty lately." Her soft hand pulls another dagger from her belt, the tip scraping against her black leather armor. "Tell me..would you rather give up your money or your life? I don't mind either way. I win no matter what you choose."