Story Part 23 (Patreon)

That’s when she saw someone emerging from the bush near her armor. A hood obscured the person’s identity, but from the build and gait, she couldn’t imagine it to be one of her travelling companions. She thought for a moment to shout, but perhaps they hadn’t noticed her yet, and threats from a wet, nude half-elf might not be effective at keeping them away from her equipment. She started to climb for her feet to make her way to the shore.

She couldn’t see the figure’s face, but they seemed to be looking at her gear. “Hey! Get away from that!” she shouted, ignoring the wisdom of her prior thoughts. Instead, the figure picked up her blade and off, following the stream. “That’s mine!” shouted the nude half-elf as a pit grew in her stomach. Her family sword was being stolen, and with it, any vestige of honor she derived from her heritage.