Rest Is For The Wicked
A gift, You Shouldn't have, Seriously
While walking the streets of the current city, the group is taking in the sites of the local bizarre.
When one of the group is approached by a stranger who strikes up a simple conversation.
After a short exchange of words a packages is thrust into the characters hands and the stranger takes off running. At the same time a shout is heard over the din of the crowd instructing someone to “halt”. The stranger is seen running from what appears to be the local militia. Only to be stuck down while looking over his shoulder by a merchants caravan cart.