Amaneldth touches the bandage on her neck as her Pax Amor guild mates crowd around her, looking concerned.
“I think I’m too trusting. He approached me after the auction was over asking if I could come talk to him about one of the weapons I sold to him. My mistake was following him to the green behind the Hydlaa houses. It was there he jumped me, holding a dagger to my throat and demanding my tria. Fortunately, I had just deposited the receipts in the bank, so I was able to laugh in his face and say I had nothing on me!”
Phinneas draws her close to him, tilts her head up and looks at the wound on her neck.
“You’re lucky it was only a scratch, honey. You were brave to do what you did.”
Amaneldth looks at Takhi, Bringt and Lorandor.
“Yes, but if it wasn’t for these friends of ours cornering him, and your shout distracting him, I doubt if it would have turned out so neatly. However, after the elbow in the groin, I’m sure he will think twice about who he decides to rob in the future.”
Takhi laughs.
“I’ll bet he’ll be walking with a limp for a few days. We just have to look for a Ylian in town with a funny-looking walk.”
The friends talk amongst themselves and decide to travel in pairs until the menace is caught by the guard.