> You sit on the steps of your caravan, humming quietly as you stare into a small almost burning orb. It was a beautiful night. But it was still early. Not many seemed to be out and about just yet…
> Oh fuck it’s you. Who are you though? No time for that, you’re kind of, you know, running for your life, and you just happen to cross the path of this lady’s Caravan. Odd greenblood aren’t you?
> You stop, and inhale deeply, looking over at her, your goggles obscuring your eyes. You glance behind you at the sound of approaching footsteps, a few shouts following them. Fuck your life, huh?
>You look back at her, and giver her a pleading smile, a bit of an apprehensive look on your face. What even were you running from? Sounded like some big trolls, by the sound of it!
"Hey, doll! Help a chicka out?! Please?!"
> This was a long shot, but hey, how much could it hurt? Well, this could end up hurting you alot, but, hey, worth a shot!
> Hmm… interesting… Her eyes…. She was a mutant of some kind to be sure.
"…. Get in the back…… If you steal any gold you see back there, you will WISH it was your captors that had captured you."