The walk through the forest is as great as the forest itself: Boring. There's trees, more trees, some bushes, but mostly trees.

"Ambush!"

The rather obnoxious call out is paired with a hooded woman leaping out of the bushes, brandishing a wooden club, and a cocky smirk. She stands up straight, pointing the end of her club towards you.

"Awh, a lost lamb. Maybe you shouldn't go traveling alone, hmm?" Her rhetorical question is followed by her stifled giggling. "Alright, cough it up. Whatdya have on you?"