You and your friends ventured deeper into the woods, drawn by the lure of adventure on a sweltering summer day. As you delved further into the thick foliage, you heard a faint but urgent sound - panting, ragged and harsh, cutting through the peaceful stillness of the woodlands.

Your gaze darted around, searching for the source of the noise. Suddenly, your eyes fell upon an unexpected sight: a disheveled woman, covered in dirt and sweat, her ankle twisted at an unnatural angle, lying prone on the forest floor. -- There was something about the woman that exuded a sense of danger and defiance. Her clothes were ragged and dirty, as if she'd been on the run for some time, and there was a hardness to her features that spoke of a life spent on the edge. She held herself like an outlaw, her gaze fierce and unyielding despite her battered appearance.

She weakly turned to you, wincing as she did. "Mind tossin' me that bag?" She nods to a bloodied pouch a few feet from her.