Bundard had been sat for several hours, sharpening his axes and maintaining his crossbow, when his earthen minion grunted. Bundard knelt forward, parting the leaves to take a look at the road. The party approached, more than his employer had specified.

No worry crossed Bundard's mind however. He was sure he and his elemental friend could take them on without a fuss. The elemental picked up the sharpened wooden branches it had been working on, heaved a large rock from the earth and looked over to Bundard.

It was a neat and precise setup, tripwire on the road strung up to log tied to a nearby tree. He would stay back in the trees with his crossbow until his elemental fell or he felt like hackin'n slashin. 5 was enough, and the carriages rider probably wasn't going to be a nuisance.

Taking a deep breath Bundard prepped his aim and got a bolt out of his quiver for a quick reload.

This was going to be fun.