It didn't take long to find the bridge the farmer had spoken of; a rickety old thing running across a stream. As she approached she saw the men stand from where they had been sitting near a pair of birches and look at one another as if unsure. After a moment they hailed her and stepped forward, hands resting idly on their shortsword hilts. They were wearing simple leather armor and two had shortbows on their backs as well. All in all there were only three of them here at the moment; perhaps the others were at their camp.<br/><br/>Clearly a bit intimidated they seemed to hesitate for a moment, decide against something and instead questioned the woman before them. The closest one, a cruel and confident looking man with a long scar running across his face, gestured at their surroundings before speaking. "Well my strong looking friend what brings you to our neck of the woods? Not every day we see someone as tough as you around these parts."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">yeah the bandits can't beat your deception and disguise combination even on a natural 20</div></div>