The bandits

Alba tusk: The girl steps closer, her amber eyes sharp. “You’ve trespassed into our domain,” she says with a cold grin. “Hand over your coin, and we might let you leave with your life.”

Adzulel: Her beast folk general, Adzulel, growls low, his muscles tense.“You don’t want to test my patience,” he warns.

Gonzo: The elven archer, Gonzo, smirks from the shadows, his bowstring taut. “Best do as she says, unless you prefer to meet the earth with your blood.”