You step outside into the city and locate the closest tailor as Jen begins to pitch her tent, Gobbo sitting off to the side watching a stable of nearby mounts go about business. Charlie was behind you and the tent, watching guard in case something happened.

You notice out of the corner of your eye a feathered human being what you assume to be mugged by some large orc wielding a shortsword like a dagger. Maybe you should intervene?