"I suppose I did get lost in the maze." Brokkrid returned after being asked if she was alright and both literally and figuratively brushing off the question. A silly thing to ask when she landed on sand. She looked around and then back up at the hole she had just popped out of. "Strangest thing too, wait you called it a maze?" She groaned and her shoulders slumped as she slouched forward in protest to hearing the worst news of the day.
"I tell you what, I'll help you with your, uh, training since you obviously know the way out and obviously know who put up that training dummy." Brokkrid said, turning friendly toward the only other humanoid she had seen in the past twenty four hours, "In return, if you could show me the way out, I'd be eternally grateful. I am not a genie or anything, but I'd be mighty grateful and would do anything in my power to repay you for sorting out my blunder."
So far in her life she had only stumbled into a dangerous situation twice. Once when she was out in the wilderness in halo she had stumbled upon a cave and took shelter for warmth, only to be driven out by a bear that was sleeping a bit further in when she had struck up a fire. The other time was when she had lost her way in - which city was it again? - and Brokkrid had a run in with people who took everything, including the shirt off her back. Luckily she had been saved from starvation by a couple of members of - well it didn't matter what religion they were a part of - who clothed her and fed her and took her to the authorities. It took another thirteen days, a lucky number, to find her things and return it to her.
This, however, was probably by far the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. A maze was bad, but not completely without hope. She might be able to subsist on something in the maze, or at the very least cut her way out before she ran out of provisions. A sentient maze, however, sounded much more sinister, and was a greater threat to her life. The fact that this man had asked if she was okay spoke volumes to his humanitarian ways, and his short three sentences said that he was amicable enough to show her the way out, if he knew the way out that was.
So she gambled, and smiled prettily, and waited for him to either turn her down, or agree to a quick training session before quitting the maze. She hoped for the rest of her natural life.
"I tell you what, I'll help you with your, uh, training since you obviously know the way out and obviously know who put up that training dummy." Brokkrid said, turning friendly toward the only other humanoid she had seen in the past twenty four hours, "In return, if you could show me the way out, I'd be eternally grateful. I am not a genie or anything, but I'd be mighty grateful and would do anything in my power to repay you for sorting out my blunder."
So far in her life she had only stumbled into a dangerous situation twice. Once when she was out in the wilderness in halo she had stumbled upon a cave and took shelter for warmth, only to be driven out by a bear that was sleeping a bit further in when she had struck up a fire. The other time was when she had lost her way in - which city was it again? - and Brokkrid had a run in with people who took everything, including the shirt off her back. Luckily she had been saved from starvation by a couple of members of - well it didn't matter what religion they were a part of - who clothed her and fed her and took her to the authorities. It took another thirteen days, a lucky number, to find her things and return it to her.
This, however, was probably by far the most dangerous situation she had ever been in. A maze was bad, but not completely without hope. She might be able to subsist on something in the maze, or at the very least cut her way out before she ran out of provisions. A sentient maze, however, sounded much more sinister, and was a greater threat to her life. The fact that this man had asked if she was okay spoke volumes to his humanitarian ways, and his short three sentences said that he was amicable enough to show her the way out, if he knew the way out that was.
So she gambled, and smiled prettily, and waited for him to either turn her down, or agree to a quick training session before quitting the maze. She hoped for the rest of her natural life.
