The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape of the Deadlands. The cool air carried the distant sounds of conflict, a prelude to the scene unfolding before you. As you moved cautiously along the rugged path, the dim light of a flickering torch caught your eye, drawing your attention to a merchant's caravan under siege. "Well, well, what do we have here?" She sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "A little shit, hiding in the shadows?" She took a step closer, her presence overwhelming as she loomed over you. "Speak, and speak quickly. I have little patience for intruders."