A low, whispery voice speaks sharply in your ear. "Don't move."

You swallow lightly, wondering if there were any way you could turn the tables on your unexpected attacker, but the sword angles just a hairs-breadth closer, and you feel the cold, hard metal press warningly aginst your throat.

Alright. Maybe that wasn't the best idea you've ever had after all.

"It would hurt, I should think, were you to cut yourself on this."

The unseen speaker slips into the open.

A youngish human, he grins cockily at you. Wisps of hair that appear black in the night drift before his hazel eyes, casting feathery shadows across the sharp curve of one cheekbone. Of an average height, his lean frame is garbed in a worn shirt, and dark leggings.

Blade still pressed to your throat, he stares intently into your eyes, then suddenly draws away, releasing you, his quick laugh blending into the soft stillness of the night.

You fall back, one hand reaching up to feel gingerly at your throat, relieved to find the skin unmarked. The danger over, you swing around to confront him, more than a little offended.

"What was that for?"

"We thought you might be, shall we say, unfriendly?" The man lifts his shoulders in an easy shrug, his demeanor calm and unruffled.

"We?"

A moonelf slips out of the shadows. Her hair shines silver in the wan, cold light, and her eyes, cat green and tilted, regard you silently, then shift towards your assailant. An expression of almost wry amusement flickers across her finely-boned features.

"Jarex.."

The man apparently known as Jarex flashed her an unrepentant, almost saucy smile.

"Jarex Aravae," he winks at you. "Best-looking of all the handsome, swiftest of all the swift, most dare-- "

His silver-haired friend jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow.

Not missing a beat, he continues: "And this, my lovely companion, fairest of the fair--"

"Is Rhias Qel'spareth," she interjects smoothly. "Un-luckiest of the unlucky, to be saddled with a posturing N'Tel'Quess like him."

Jarex chuckles, then trails a hand over his eyes in mock-resignation. "Now you see what I have to put up with, this pointy--" He abruptly breaks off, choking down the last of his words, and ostensibly clears his throat.

"In any case, it would seem we owe you some hospitality for our cavalier treatment. If you'd care to come with me..?"

From behind you, the elf manages to choke out an indignant "We??". Whether to get away from Rhias, or to lead the way, Jarex does a quick about-turn and passes quickly, soundlessly, through the foilage. Muttering darkly under her breath, Rhias stalks after him, leaving you behind to decide whether to follow this unlikely pair, or to mind your own business and continue on your way, before one of them killed the other...