"What have you got there my pretty?" asked a rough voice too close for comfort. I turned, slipping the stone into a belt pouch to see three thugs. Their lecherous looks contorted into shock, then rage when they saw me. Obviously they'd seen me enter the ally and had followed me hoping to take advantage of what they thought was a weak woman. Instead they were enraged now they'd seen me without my cloak pulled tightly around me and my hood pulled low to hide my appearance.
"Drow!" spat the leader, the one who had spoken before.
I gulped guessing what that meant; in most D&D; settings, drow were hated and despised by the surface dwelling races and apparently this was one of those worlds. I saw the three men reach for weapons and instinctively reached for my own.
Before they could react, I whipped out two short swords, somehow knowing I didn't have time to string my bow. I don't know how I knew that considering I'd never fired a bow in my life (or used swords for that matter!) but I guessed it was a gift of my last wish.
I lunged forwards, slashing down on the wrist of the leader, forcing him back. Unfortunately, it hadn't severed the hand, but hopefully it'd keep him out of the fight until I'd dealt with his compatriots.
