Goblin bandits!

It is still early in the day, but due to the unseasonably warm weather, or perhaps because she's been stomping around on foot in some incredibly heavy armor (Why did I choose to have it encrusted with jewels? She asks herself), Hilda decides to take a moment to rest at the next shady tree you come across.

As luck would have it, she spots one up ahead as she approaches a narrow bend in the road. It's a very large, old tree near a small outcropping of rocks.

And if it weren't for her helmet's complete lack of peripheral vision, the sunlight shining on her armor and reflecting right into her eyes, or any of the many other excuses she'll come up with later when she has to explain what happened, Hilda would have seen the band of six goblins lying in wait for someone to rob.