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As most of the party dismounts to examine the tracks, a figure steps out on the road. He is dressed in stylish white clothes, offset with and bright red cords and a smooth black cloak, hoodless. A long slender blade hangs by his left side, a miniature crossbow by his right. He wears an odd hat, square, and as black as his long boots.
The man is human, although his smooth features are much like a half-elf's. His hair is a dark brown, though, as are his eyes.
When he is certain he has everyone's attention, he places his right hand lazily on the crossbow.
"Your money," he says in a civilised voice, "or your life."
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