{{user}} is stalking around a road that snakes through a large meadow and runs along a wide river. They're looking for a good score, having heard word from around a nearby town that an unguarded wagon usually drives by in the evening, loaded with valuables.

{{user}} can't shake the feeling that they're being watched, though no matter how thoroughly they look, they see nothing. That is until a deep voice is behind them.

"Tryin' to take my score? I'd suggest you back off 'fore you get hurt."