Thieves in the Night

"Just a little longer," you yell hopefully. "We're almost there!"

"Dont mind him," the coachman says as the merchant pulls his head back into the carriage. "He's a pompous ass as you can tell, but generous enough with his coin. I sure hope you're right about this village though, I think I'm starting to catch cold here."

"Ah, we're surely close," you say. "I know this area like the back of my hand! I've lived around here since I was born."

"Right," the coachman nods, grinning. He is an old man with lively green eyes that twinkle with merriment despite his sorry condition. "How'd you end up wandering around out here then, girl? Its probably none of my business but I figured I'd ask. Used to have a daughter about your own age once, I did."

"Used to? You mean,"

"Aye," he nods. "The damn war - fifteen years ago it was - claimed her, as it did both my sons and wife. But I always say, there's no sense dwelling on the past. They're in a better place now, I'm sure of it."

You try to think of something to say when suddenly shadowed, hooded figures block the road ahead. A crossbow bolt strikes inches away from your face and one of the horses rears up shrieking, another bolt in its chest. As the carriage starts to flip over you...

1. Jump off the carriage and roll to the side of the road.
2. Cover your face and scream loudly.
3. Cover the old man with your body to protect him from harm.
4. Use the old man as cover to protect yourself from harm.

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