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.”