Murderous Kleptomaniac

Oruvand was soundly asleep when he heard a sort of shwing a few feet ahead of him. At first, he didn't register what exactly it was, but the sound crunching leaves alerted him. In a split second, he realized what that particular collection of sounds could likely signify, and rolled in the opposite direction, reaching for his rapier, as his crossbow wasn't loaded, and still bound to his back. He opened his eyes wide, only to see a pretty face and a drawn sword.

He hadn't quite pieced together what this person could want when he correctly guessed that someone was near, perhaps she was looking to mug him, but then he noticed her rather extravagant clothing.

Snug brown leather breeches and a matching jerkin over a white linen blouse, knee-high black boots with a two-inch heel, and a blue velvet cloak fastened to her shoulders with an amethyst and silver brooch.

Well, perhaps not quite extravagant, but expensive, and definitely so for a mugger. Perhaps she was simply a murderous kleptomaniac, but with the clothes she wore, she didn't seem as if she had any reason to steal from someone. Especially someone sleeping on the ground.

Oru pointed his rapier at her, tilting his head to one side, his eyes narrowed as a look of perplexity crossed his face. If she wasn't trying to steal from him (she could of been, he couldn't necessarily rule that out), then what did she want?

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" He asked, sincerely wanting to know the answer to the question. For what reason would this woman want to...whatever she had planned to do to him? He couldn't help his curiosity.