Now there were a few groups wandering about this dungeon.so when a group
of four,a ordinary looking fellow named Oliver,a elven archer,a basilisk monster and a talking
walking donkey who knew the medical arts came wandering through
Jacobs party were pretty tense,but the strangers,all dressed
in Third Age garb,seemed to have no interest in picking a fight with them
and after exchanging the lay of the land small talk
cat girl maidens over here
a chasm of clashing rocks over there
the two groups parted their ways.
Everything seemed normal and the next night Stewart was oiling and greasing that crossbow of his and Martha was off somewheres keeping her sword ready just in case
Oliver and his elf,basilisk and donkey were more dangerous then they'd let on earlier.
went the crossbow as it fired off accidentally.
Stewart looked about but the bolt was nowhere nearby and since Jacob and Caroline were still sleeping peacefully
Stewart got back to adjusting that overly sensitive
trigger on the crossbow.
It was only three hours later,when Jacob woke up and asked where Martha was,that Stewart
felt the first trace of fear.
The two friends left behind Caroline and ran,calling
Martha's name.
They found her slumped against a boulder a hundred yards away,a crossbow bolt buried deep in her neck..
She still had a pulse but it was clear she
was mortally wounded.