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The road north led the newly formed adventuring party into a wooded area and the morning passed by uneventfully. And it wasn't until the sun was past its zenith and stomachs were starting to rumble that they heard voices ahead on the road...

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"Check 'er pockets," one man said, slightly out of breath, as he held a blood soaked rag over a nasty gash on his upper arm where an arrow had torn through his ratty shirt. 

Two of his companions complied eagerly and approached the dark haired woman dressed in traveling garb, who was currently on her knees with her hands resting on her head, while a fourth man kept an arrow carefully trained on her chest. At the moment, she was weaponless, her blade resting uselessly on the ground a few feet away from her. But if looks could indeed kill, the two men putting their grimy hands in her pockets and pouches would have died instantly. 

She hadn't been carrying much, so the highwaymen only managed to find a few silver pieces, an unmarked potion bottle, and a knife that had been concealed in her right boot.

Nearby, two bodies lie motionless on the road, one man and one woman. The female was dressed fine traveling clothes, presumably the girl's traveling companion, while the other wore tattered garb, marking him as another highwayman.

(Edited to make traveling companion a female)