> Call out, using a big tree as cover. "Stop right there, or we'll attack!"
>Archer nocks an arrow to emphasize your words.
>The ATV swerves and comes to a stop, giving you a moment to examine its occupants further. The small woman seems to be in her late forties or early fifties, her face bearing some lines and her hair having a few streaks of gray. Her gown is made of some kind of fancy material that you cannot quote identify, but it makes her look like a grandma's curtains. The fact she is wearing a string of pearls doesn't help this image. She stares at you and Archer through narrowed eyes, making no secret that she is appraising you.
>The servant...just doesn't look like he should be here at all. He's wearing a button-up pocket t-shirt and comfortable-looking slacks. A gun holster rests at his side, but it barely looks threatening. He looks like a off duty park ranger or something. The gun itself is currently in his hand, some kind of pistol, definitely more modern than Princip's, and pointed toward the ground. He watches Archer, but it's so hard to take his plain features seriously, and he is clearly more wary than threatening. Having seen what she can do with her bow, you don't think Archer is immediately outmatched here. If there is an opposite of the likes of Lancer, or of Ford, it is certainly this man.
>"So you're going to surrender that easily?" says the woman. "That's kind of disappointing! But for the better, isn't it?"
>"I don't think that's their intent, Eileen," says the servant.
>_