Aleah and Rain were between two jobs and two towns. They dropped off a mother and her son at Aferat. The pair decided to go back to Riversplit.

“Rain we don’t need food for the journey, it shouldn’t take more than a few hours,” the annoyance in her voice never scared Rain, but did usually get point across.

“What if you roll your ankle or something? Or I do?” He said. Some called it paranoia, Rain called it preparation.

“If I roll my ankle on a trip that is less than three hours, let me die.”

“Careful shorty, I might hold you up to that remark.”

The pair planned to leave earlier than they did, but that wasn’t the reason they got lost. That was due to a storm. Thunder, lighting, and a full downpour of rain. The pair decided to setup camp. They fell asleep that night with trouble, every time they got close, thunder boomed. The rain died down in the middle of the night, so Aleah decided to walk outside. As she stepped out, she saw a man. He was alone, two knives in his hands. She had seen people dressed like him many times before, and many times after. He was a bandit.

“It’s better for the both of us if you leave,” Aleah said.

He lunged at her, one knife up against him for protection, the other extended to stab her. She did a quick parry, blocking the knife from hitting her. This threw him off balance, letting her attack. She went for the back, which he rejected with his defending knife. She stabbed at his chest, which he defected upwards. The blade went up, though his cheek, damaging his eye. Safe to say he ran away after that. The next morning, Aleah and Rain kept walking to their destination.