OOC: just realizing jazbel found their swords...while going through a desk.
IC:
Jazbel nodded, following the thief light on his toes. He clung to the familiar grasp of the magical sword. Just as he suspected, two dim voices down the hall from around the corner. He looked around finding no where to hide. The voices grew louder.
"... and then the fool tried to cheat me! Who cheats a dwarf over jewels, eh?" the gruffer one posed, frustrated. It belonged to a woman. "So I took me dagger and slit his throat."
"That's why your poster's all over Ketra?" the other replied dryly. The owner was also a woman, her voice higher but slightly hoarse. "I'm surprised you're still alive..."
As they approached the corner, Jazbel crouched, sword ready, prepared to tackle a dwarf. When the women turned round the bend, they hesitated for half a moment, startled. They both wore black tunics, vests, pants, and boots. Sure enough, one was a lady dwarf with a well trimmed beard and her hair severely pulled back in a braid. The taller voice belonged to a human woman whose skin was pale, though her face was half way covered in freckles.
"The prisoners!" she growled, swiftly drawing her sword and rushing towards Ellarrah.
The dwarf woman pulled out a horn.
No! Jazbel thought, and lunged..