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Kain and Harin's loud proclamations echo through the burned and ransacked nearby buildings and bounced off the town wall. A feminine voice called out from the same direction that Kain saw the dog disappear, "If you are willing to talk, we will talk." After a moment, three figures come around the corner of the building. All three have their hands empty and held out slightly from their sides, clearly unarmed, although they each have swords and other obvious weapons near-to-hand. They come to a stop at the intersection, roughly sixty or seventy feet away.

Although they are are only a step our two apart, they are surprisingly different. The center figure is a female human, wearing scale mail and with her dark brown hair pulled back and tucked into her armor. She stands just short of six feet tall and carries a long sword at her side, a short rod hanging from her belt, and a shield on her back. She is out of the range of Haakon's spell, but he knows an arcane focus when he sees one. Her boots and armor are obviously well-worn and regularly maintained. The humanoid to her right is a male halfling barely half her height, wearing leather armor, two short swords and a bandolier of throwing daggers across his barrel-like chest. His nut-brown skin was almost the same color as his curly brown hair. His cleft lip twisted in an almost leering smile, revealing yellowing and rotten teeth. The figure on the right is a willowy and pallid elf, wearing chain mail with a heavy and well-used mace hanging at his side. A helm covers his head, although his silvery hair and pointed ears are still obvious. An equally obvious necklace hangs outside of his armor, a sprig of belladona on a silver kite shield. A similar motif is worked into the shield on his back, although deep gouges from various blocked attacks have heavily defaced the surface of the full-sized shield.

The central woman take a step forward and says, "If you are living and not one of Drakov's goons, we would parlay with you. You can call me Willa. What brings you to Silbervas?" It is clear this is the same voice that called out before they showed themselves.

Kain notices a faint creaking from the roofs in that direction can notes the tell-tale signs of archers moving into good shooting positions. They are remarkably well hidden and careful in the their movements, but as Kain catches the whiff of potential battle his training and senses come alive in anticipation.