I, the great Landrian, have been ambushed at my camp, just as I was leaving. A man and an elf came, but they were no set-back for me.
As I had said, the two "warriors" (if you would even call them that), were no problem for me. The man was easily taken care of, and the elf would be next. Is that seriously Mythron's finest?
My horse, Steadfast, was scared by the sudden fire of arrows and reared back, dropping all my loot. I am not exactly an "evil" outlaw (as I am no friend of orcs, and had one's head on a pike at the camp), but I have stolen my share in shining goods...
I wisely put out my fire as to not attract anymore unwanted guests. The smoke rose, but anyone who didn't live here would think it would be the smoke out of a witche's hut.
Okay, now it's me. These are the minifigures used for this creation. Legolas' head from Moria is perfect for a guy who just got shot through with arrows.
Back to Landrian... I quickly got rid of the elf, and me and Steadfast were on our way to our next adventure.