Lucia stood at the edge of the enemy camp, her heart racing as the guards scrutinized her. She felt small and vulnerable, the weight of her mission pressing down on her. She had to appear lost and helpless, a mere human seeking refuge for the night.
"Help! Please, I'm lost!" she called out, injecting her voice with as much desperation as she could muster. The guards exchanged wary glances, unsure of what to do with her.
The leader of the guards, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"My name is Lucia," she said, her voice trembling. "I got lost in the forest while picking herbs. I saw the smoke from your camp and came here hoping for help."
The leader studied her for a moment before nodding. "We will take you in for the night
