Idril glanced up to see a trail of dust forming on the horizon. The thieves were coming. She planted her feet firmly on the path, pulling a dagger and a small flute out of her belt. She didn't know these other people, the red skinned tiefling who had swooped in uninvited or the gnome who had followed her from the tea shop. She didn't know what sort of skill the others might have, but as long as they stayed out of her way it was fine with her.

 The gnome spoke, "Who..."

"Ember," the tiefling answered her quickly, "Ember Zealous."

"Idril Luthien," she said.

  She and Ember glanced down at the small figure next to them.

 "I'm Mayabelle Daisy Honeycomb..." she started. By this time, the thieves were almost upon them. Idril could hear the squeaking of the wheels on the carriage, the clop of the dark horses hooves, the shrewd laughter of the men, all of who were covered in dark cloaks. One of them, the tallest of the four jumped off his horse to the ground.

 Behind the tiefling Idril could hear the silver dragon snarling.

"Look boys, it's the army!" The cloaked men chuckled. "We come in all of our unstoppable glory and this town insults us with three little girls who look like they're trying to stop us?!" The man smiled viciously. "Let us pass so we don't have to get blood on our boots on the way in."

To Idril's surprise it was the gnome who stepped forward to speak.

 "You think you're so high and mighty, you need four of you to raid one gnomes house! I've seen you before, and while my father was being slaughtered by you, I got away! You couldn't stop me the first time and you won't stop me again!"

She let out a guttural scream and launched herself towards the man who had spoken, delivering a sharp blow across his jaw with her staff. He roared in rage, but she had already darted quickly behind the wheels of the cart.

Idril looked at Ember. They nodded and charged into the action.