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Spinning around with no remorse Hazel notches another arrow and aims the bow at the woman. "Who are you?" She demands, the arrow notched and ready.

The woman stood there, above the man she cried infront of not a minute earlier. Her hands rapidly searching herself for another weapon while muttering swear words under her breath.

Jumping down Hazel aims the bow at her, moving close she drops the bow and switches to her blade, "Hands up, don't move."

The woman grumbles under her breath, raising her hands. A sudden smile appears on her face. " Thank you so much! That man killed my friend here." Tears begin to form below the woman's eyes.

Hazel hesitates, sword still drawn she eyes the woman with a curious gaze, "You thought I would attack you?" She asks, not dropping her blade, but collecting her bow once more.

The girl nods slowly. "Lots of bandits around. Can't take two steps out here without them showing up it seems." She lowers her hands alittle, as if to ask permission to completely drop her arms.

"Who are you?" She asks, making no offer to lower her hands just yet, something Galpas had said was in her mind, 'Making our youth into criminals.'

She pauses for a moment. Clearly thinking while a serious expression lingered on her face, " My name is Mary. May I ask your name?"

"Midnight, call me midnight." Hazel responds, "What brings you out here, who is this man to you?" She asks, sword still aimed in her direction. You didn't live this long trusting everyone..

"Me and my brother were moving to a new home. " She responded with a slight stutter to her, indicating hesitiation.

Eying the girl up and down she watches her reaction, sure she was hiding something...

Sense motive: 1d20+2=20

"Where were you moving too?" She Asks allowing the girl to kneel down to her brother. "He's dead, sorry to be so blunt but this road is dangerous..."

Hazel could easily tell the woman was lying heavily. In addition she seemed to be leaning towards the rock that hid the archer. She seemed slightly concerned for him. " Yes. Our mother will be saddened. I should hurry and bring his body home. Thank you for saving me." With her hands still the the air, she waves. Kneeling down to the dead "Brother"

"Yes we must." Coming up behind Mary, Hazel uses the pommel of her blade, striking her round the back of the head, the intention to knock her out, rather than injure her for the time being.

Her eyes go to the rock, watching to see if the archer appears again.

The girl falls over the dead man, knocked out. Slight grunts of pain can be heard from behind the rock.

Checking the girl for hidden weapons (and anything else) she shakes her head, the dead guy had been ambushed, that was obvious now, probably a traveller on the road.

Sighing she rounds the rock again, blade ready "Are you ready to tell the truth, your girl is an awful liar." She asks, getting ready to fight once more if she needs to.