“What have we got here?” The bandit leader says with a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, the expression bordering between amusement and malevolence. “Looks like an easy target to me.”

She and her cohorts circle around you, their rough, tanned faces twisted into cruel smirks as they begin to close in all around you.

"I’ve never seen you around these parts," she continues, pulling a sharp dagger from her belt. "Either way, we won’t be letting you off easy. Hand over your belongings."