As you delve deeper into the dungeons, you begin to hear the sound of boots on stone, and you think it not the echoing of your own. Just to be sure, you set into a dark corner and freeze, listioning intently. Sure enough, the footsteps are audible, but only for a moment or so before they stop to.
"Someone's following me..." you mutter to yourself, just under your breath. You can hardly beleive the nerve of anyone trying to get the jump on you, and think that this shadow must be crazy. You pretend to continue forward, walking place so you make a sound but don't go anywhere, and again hear the footsteps behind you. You put your hand on your sword and count to three then jump out, sword extended, and the follower only a few feet away.
"What is the meaning of this?" You ask with a sneer, sword pointed at the shadow dangerously. The person puts it's hand on it's own sword and pulls it out, before shouting in a feminine voice,
"What are you talking about? This place is ripe for the picking, I've been waiting for this for weeks! I'll not let some wandering theif have Miranda the Shade's loot!"
Miranda the Shade? Never heard of her. But she apparently knows much more than what she's saying, as by her voice she sounds intelligent and had this trip planned out. Nevertheless, with both your weapons drawn, you have no choice but to duel her.
You both charge forth, and in a clash of steel make several swings at each other. Miranda blocks one of your blows and sends a kick into your gut, knocking you backwards, but just as she swings to put out your eyes you duck and swing for her chest. She barely notices it in time, and leaps back, a bit put off by your strike. You both seam equally matched. You think to yourself something's got to happen, and as you do, it does.