While travelling in the forest, a knife flies past your face, embedding itself in the tree trunk next to you with a thunk. A warning. Or a bad shot.

No need to wonder about the identity of your assaillant, because a moment later, a man steps forward, more knives in hand. Of a rough sort he looked, like a man used to living out of doors, clad in mismatched furs and dirty robes. Dark eyes glare out of a sneering face. The man gives you an evil look and decides he does not like what he sees.

"How freely thou wouldst wander. Skulking around these parts, huh? And so near our base. Didst thou think we would not notice?"

You may recall in this moment that this area is infamous for its human outlaws, outcasts driven from proper society who pack together like wolves to attack others to gather their needs and wants. You are in for a robbery, or worse. Andróg is noting values of worth at this very moment so that by the end of this encounter he can hopefully relieve you of any wasteful weight on your person.

"What is the meaning of this, intruder? Methinks thou art a spy. A spy, or a fool."