A figure stepped out from behind the ruined wall, brushing dust from a dark cloak. She pulled the hood back, and a cascade of fiery red hair fell around her shoulders. She looked surprised, her eyes wide for a second, like she hadn't expected that rock to actually pinpoint her.
"Well, now," she said, her voice smooth, with a bit of an edge to it. "Didn't think anyone would find me that quick. You're good, kid." She unclasped her cloak, letting it fall. Underneath, she wore dark leather armor, the kind that looked like it was made for moving fast, not for taking heavy hits. A couple of daggers were strapped to her thighs.
"Name's Lola," she said, giving Nox a once-over. "Just a humble mercenary, earning a living."
Nox didn't really care who she was. 'Mercenary, whatever.'
Then Lola smiled, a sharp, knowing smile. "And a certain Gorok is paying very, very well for the safe return of a particular elf princess."
