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A small coin pouch of 20 silver pieces is found on her. The man grunts in pain slightly. Holding the arrow in one hand and his wound in another. However unable to stop the bleeding. " Just kill me."

"Is that your final answer?" She asks, her blade resting near his chest, pocketing the pouch with her off hand.

Still panting in pain, the man closes his eyes. Ready for his life to end. "Better then talking. "

"If it must be.." She presses the sword against his chest, "Last chance."

The man suddenly pushes himself forward, impaling his chest. He slides off the sword, taking his last grasps for breath. " Kill that cowardly woman aswell." His body goes limp. Clearly dead.

"Coward." She spits, collecting his arrows and anything he might have of interest. Striping the string from his bow she gets the string in her hands. Before walking back to the fallen woman.

The man only had 6 arrows on him, and a single gold coin. The string seemed of good quality. The woman was still out cold.

Sheaving her blade Hazel walks over to the woman, moving her hands she ties them behind her back with the bow string, leaving her feet free she pops her up against the rock and collects the dagger the woman threw her way, stashing it in Nights saddle bag.

Approaching the fallen man she mumbles, "You picked the wrong day to walk this road..." Leaning over him she gives him a complete search, looking for clues to his identity.

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The man had little on him, just a mere sharpened stick gripped in his hands and an empty coin purse by his side. He wore yellowish brown clothes, perfect for hiding in this landscape. Nothing else of note was apparent.

"Poor guy.." She shakes her head, "A simple traveler."

Walking to the woman she shakes her roughly, "Wake up, your man is dead, he took the cowards way out, either you talk or you join him."

The woman takes a bit of time to wake up. She attempts to lash out at you, unable to break the string. After a moment of struggling she finally gives in. " I'll tell you anything, just let me go."

"Talk and I let you live. That is the deal." Leaning on the woman's chest with her knee she keeps a dagger at her throat. "He said you were a coward, that means you had remorse."

The woman begins to sob madly. " I don't know anything! We are just parters! Please don't kill me."

"Partners?" Hazel asks, moving back slightly she uses the grass to wipe his blood of her blade, "Where is your camp? How many are there?"

She shakes her head frankticly. " No camp. No one else. He found me in the forest while i was gathering herbs. He told me if I became his partner and provided...services, he wouldn't kill me."