Slipping through the gate Pyre led her new companion out along the road for a time before turning off the track at an area denoted by a broken tree.  Upwards they followed what was little more than a goat track until they reached a clearing containing little more than harmless bunny rabbits.

In the center of the clearing was a chest and once deep within the clearing one could tell it was already opened, the shackle lock clearly forced clean off.

"Sorry about this," Pyre apologized as she tried backing away towards the flank of the clearing, "I really am sorry."

Beyond the clearing on every side was a bandit.  Some NPC, some players, all with the glimmering red names that denoted repeat player killers

"Well, well, well," trumpeted the one calling himself Toryn the Rotten, "What do we have here.  Has my little flower brought us something to play with?"