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Myr frowned as Kain suggested the idea. She wasn't much of an actress, really, but... her eyes softened when he promised to knock them out only. Nodding slowly, she tried to recall the last time she had seen someone behave as though they were helpless. It had been a while, but she supposed she could make it look realistic enough. She was no stranger to suffering as such.

"Very well," she replied softly. Grasping her hood in her hands, she pulled the thing down, extracting her long braid from underneath her cloak. She contemplated for a few seconds before pulling off the band that bound it practically at the end and shook the lot out, trying to make herself look as disheveled as possible. Rumpling her cloak would help too, and her face was likely smudged with dirt already, so that would be fine.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before adopting an exaggerated version of the limp she'd been trying to minimize thus far. Clutching her right arm with her left hand as though it too were tender, she moved some distance away from where the group was actually located before uttering a sharp pained cry and dashing out of the tree cover, straight up to the guards.

Tripping herself so as to stumble, she made toward them as "fast" as her "injured" foot would carry her. "Please!" she called plaintively, "Help! madmen... bandits! They took my family and they... please, sirs, I must... they will come for me and I..." she shuddered, looking furtively backwards at the bushes as though afraid of what might come from them at any moment. "Please..." her voice reached a hoarse whisper, and the moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. She was shaking all the way down to her toes now. If that didn't do it, well... then these guards were quite perceptive indeed, and she was in trouble.