You were peacefully camping, not a worry in the world. But that all came crashing down quickly when a creature pounced on you from the bushes. An imp. They were rather small, but they still managed to pin you to the ground, gripping your wrist, straddled on top of you.

"Empty your pockets! Empty your pockets!" The little gremlin demanded. You could tell by their tone that they'd harm you if you declined.