Camp 2

You stop outside the Forest and decide to look at your map,there seems to be a small village nearby. This will probably be your last chance to rest in a bed and maybe get some info before your journey. In order to not rise any suspicion you dress down into more suitable clothing tucking in a few hidden blades. When you get near you are underwhelmed,this piece of shit settlement is not much a town as it is a tattered campsite. Well no use crying about it you enter most of the inhabitants seem malnourished and poor,women fat with or expecting children and the men drunk or sleeping. In the center of the mess you find a tent with a man selling drinks. He takes no real interest in a complete stranger showing up and answers all your questions and you could tell your appearance has disrupted his normal routine. With no inns you have **** but to setup your tent and stay the night the info was useful and a nice drink of the local brew though stronger than you were used to was refreshing.

You look upon your tent and prepare to enter when you hear a voice from behind and instinctively put your hand on your dagger.

"Spare a few coins? My daughter is hungry."

When you turn a frail man bone thin stands before you,you relax your muscles.

"Sure." you say, as you reach into your pouch of coins. Suddenly you feel a hard impact to the back of your skull & hear some more voices.

"Get her pouch!"

"Tie her hands and feet."

"time for some fun"

The voices started to fade and everything went black.