The appointed time was to be at night. I waited for the man in the guise of an elven merchant. This city had enough elves stalking the streets, so I wasn't worried that he would get suspicious. Besides, disguising myself as a human took much more energy than an elven form. For pre cautionary measures, I threw a cloak on and stuck to the shadows (The man probably figured out that the source of his cures would be less than legal).
I had it planned out perfectly, I would simply demand a price for the cure (to appear as a simple rogue), hopefully receiving information as an added bonus. I would be sure to also add that I'm the only source of the cure and killing me will cut off his supply...
Fortunately, the man came, he appeared healthy but nervous, glancing around as if he were being pursued. The man held his torch closely, stinging my eyes with it's lumenence. Did I mention Drow are sensitive to light? No? By living in our subterranean cities, we're naturally accustomed to darkness, causing us to have sensitivity to light. As such, we have a natural fear of sunlight (one of the few things we can agree on).
Anyways, since the man had come, I mad it my business to make my presence known.
"I'm happy to see you have come." I muttered. "I presume you have come for more medicine?"
"Ye-e-es" he stammered. "I have come for more."
The mans previously nervous expression turned to a twisted grin, "So hand it over, elf!"
I could then hear arrows being knocked into bows, daggers being unsheathed, and men stepping forward.
Damn, a trap... I could sense... about 8 armed men surrounding me, and in close quarters.
This was not going to be easy...
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