She feels a dagger at her throat

Hilda freezes as she feels the point of cold steel pressed against her throat.

"Don't move," says a husky, feminine voice from behind her.

The paralyzed warrior gulps nervously as she feels a pair of hands pat her down, taking her weapons from her before moving onto the other goodies she carries on her person.

"We struck it big!" Giggles another voice. It sounds like a woman too, but higher pitched than the first.

"Shuttup!" Snaps the first woman again as Hilda continues to remain motionless.

With the blade on her neck, all the poor woman can do is look forward, off towards the Baron in the distance.

"What are you staring at?" Asks the woman holding a knife to Hilda. "Oh shit! There's another one!"

"What do we do?" Asks the second woman, the worry obvious in her voice.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Responds the first.