The sky is overcast, the air cold and the ground damp from yesterday's rain. You're sitting on a boulder situated on a knoll overlooking the dirt road below, your weapon in your lap and cloak on your back. There's not been many travellers lately. The road is risky to travel on after all, a bandit could easily hide in the woods in ambush, a bandit such as yourself. With the onset of dusk, you're about to give up for the day when you spot a plume of smoke further down the road. A campfire.