The road down to the city would likely take five hours of walking, at a normal human pace. The countryside is fairly green, with trees and signs of fresh life, everywhere, though, as he makes his way through the thin forest, he'll also note that it's almost.. unnaturally quiet. He only hears the sounds of a lone crow, fluttering through the trees, as he walks; otherwise, it's almost dead silence.<br/><br/>Dead silence, which is broken, when a dozen armed men step out of the trees, and surround him, and the sound of bows being drawn in the trees indicates at least six more, perched in small stands around him. The biggest and burliest of the dozen on the ground, a giant of a man who likely has some sort of monstrous heritage, wielding an axe almost as long as Draiss is tall, speaks. "Give over your money and anything else you have, or we'll be taking it from your cold, dead hands."