"Christine, this is Shira. The villagers sent her to guide us to the demons hiding in the Red Hills."
"Doesn't look like much of a guide," sniffed Christine.
"I'm not just a guide, I'm a warrior, witch!" Shira said drawing her cross bow, sending a dart into an apple hanging from the tree on the hill at the end of the road out of town.
"You were aiming for the knot on the trunk or the crow on the branch?" Christine asked cattily.
"The worm in the apple, you'll see when we get closer," Shira smirked smugly.
When they reached the tree, Mike picked the apple, and plucked the dart out. The remains of a severed worm were clearly hanging from the barbs on the dart. "Impressive. Want an apple, Christine?"
Which arrow had she used, poison right, sleeping potion left. Or was it poison left. "I'll take that, as my trophy." Shira grabbed the apple from Mike, and put it in her bag.
Mike inhaled Shira's fragrance as her arm brushed his side. It smelled terribly familiar. In the town, he hadn't noticed because of all the smells. Here sweating in close quarters, he felt his loins rise. Mare scent?
Brian was making moves of his own. "So Shira, you know elves are experts with arrows too. Perhaps, we could get together for a little...uh, practice?"
Shira groaned, what had Ty gotten her into. Was this some vicious joke, where Dustin would end up getting bonked by all the other players. The elf's arm draped over her shoulders. Her hand slipped toward the pouch with the sleeping darts. At least she hoped they were the sleeping darts. Her hand hesitated, she was feeling a stirring deep inside. Maybe the elf might be a pleasant distraction.