Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151022194512/@comment-5583506-20151202025429

Anhjari saw no reason to dismiss Geralt's advice, though there was no reason for her to look defenseless. She already looked as harmless as one would expect of a domesticated housecat.

The Orc leader opened the door with a grunt and laid his eyes upon the Khajiit with a raised eyebrow. "Uhm... Who the fuck are you?"

Anhjari swallowed hard. "Uhm... Hi... My name is Anhjari... Pleased to... meet you?"

The bandit seemed to be more confused than angered or bloodthirsty. "Ugh... This place... was supposed to be unoccupied", he lamented. "You live here?"

The Khajiit shook her head, not daring to make eye contact with Geralt in case the bandit took notice of her reaction. "No. Just... just passing through."

"Is that so?" The Orc cast a suspicious stare around the room as if he expected something to pounce out from the shadows. He was luckily unaware of how close to the truth he was. "You... ehrm... you haven't been having this strange feeling of something lurking around here among the mountains, have you?"

Anhjari didn't know what to say, but she knew for sure that they were indeed talking about Andrachel. "Yes, I have... If you are referring to that big creature in a robe..."

"What's going on in there, boss?" complained the Breton woman.

"Shut your mouth, wench. There is a frigging Khajiit woman in here!"

"So? Rob her and then tie her up?"

"She says that she has been seeing a big creature in a robe. Sounds familiar?"

The Breton woman came up next to the Orc and eyed Anhjari from top to toe. "What the hell?"

''Exactly my opinion... ''reflected Anhjari. These people were bandits. They killed first and asked questions later, but here they were chatting with her as if they had all the time in the world.

"Who are you?!" asked the woman and seemed rather upset over the fact that they had run into strangers.

''Can't tell them that I am an Investigator. They would strike me down in an instant...''

"I am Anhjari."

"She's Anhjari", repeated the Orc.

"I heard her", sighed the Breton.

"What's going on in there?!" growled the Imperial from outside. "Hurry up and get in already! I am freezing!"

"Shut the fuck up!" snarled the Orc in response. "We are not alone in here!"

This is getting awkward...

"Okay, Anhjari", said the Breton and cocked her head. "We are now going to tie you up and rob you of all of your gold. Are you going to resist?"

Anhjari shuddered at the thought of being tied up, especially when she had just spent some time in a chained noose just a couple of days ago. But in comparison to the Crimson Order, these bandits were a laugh in the face of death.

"Uhm... Depends..."

"Depends on what?" asked the Orc.

"Well... How hard are you going to tie me up? I am rather sore as I am."

The bandit couple stared each other down, followed by an awkward silence. It seemed that they were as unprepared for this moment as Anhjari was, and due to their inexperience with the situation thus hadn't acted the way the presumably and usually did.