Marshall Uthilia Rugosa stepped back to brace herself against Preston's assualt. She raised her sword to parry his strike and readied her dirk to bury it in his back. But as she stepped to one side, she heard the scrape of boot on stone behind her. Someone had snuck up behind them and she was pinned in.
Just when she thought she was about to taste steel, Preston pushed her aside and aimed his dagger at the shadow behind her. His blade struck the mysterious figure behind the Marshall and it shouted and fell over backwards. A commotion rose up from the camp fire beyond and Stolrin quickly crept ahead to take cover behind behind some rocks. He disappeared into the shadows and Uthilia arose to face the thieves. From around the corner three figures jumped out, two with swords and the other was struggling with a longbow. The Marshall strode toward them; behind her she heard the sounds of Preston following her in the shadows.
"You have surrendered your lives," the Marshall said, "each of you, when you chose to steal from my lord. In the name of House Rose, you shall pay for what you have stolen in blood!"
(I forgot the rest..)
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