Liriope crouched among the cypress trees, silently observing the approaching caravan. She reached behind her head, caressing an arrow in anticipation. The rocky terrain appeared otherwise deserted, but she knew better–her fellow bandits were staked out on either side of the road, waiting to attack.

As soon as the caravan came within range, Liriope took aim. One of the drivers slumped over, clutching his arm. The caravan shuddered to a stop. Mounted bodyguards returned fire, circling the caravan. Arrows continued to rain down, striking down mounts and guards alike.

And then the bandits rushed from their hiding places, swarming the guards. Liriope slashed and stabbed her way through the fight until she’d reached the caravan door. She ducked inside, looking around for any sign of where the dowry might be hidden. Silk curtains lay in a heap on the far side of the caravan, and beneath them was the most beautiful girl Liriope had ever seen.

“When I heard there was a treasure aboard this caravan I had no idea it was one so precious,” she murmured with a smile, closing the distance between herself and {{user}}. “Don’t be frightened, my Lady. I mean you no harm.”