Steeling themselves, the group traveled onward and upwards through the hill. The wheels of the cart groaned as it churned through the mud, and the mules struggled to haul the entirely of the cargo upwards. Pylia was right; there was no way these beasts could possibly have forced their way up this hill in this weather. The group just reached the peek when a woman called out to them. "HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP! MY FAMILY IS BEING ATTACKED BY BANDITS!" Shortfang was already on his feet and hopped out of the wagon to go, however Pylia grabbed your shoulder and shouted after the kobold. "Wait dammit! This could be a trap!"