The cart ambush

_Set the Scene _Complication: [5] All is not as it seems

Altered Scene: [6]

Altered Alteration: [4] Add a Scene Complication Complication: [1] Hostile forces oppose you

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The cart rattles up the road, a simple affair with a canvas canopy and a single chuffing workhorse in front. Flanking it on either side are five guardians, with another two sat side by side aboard the wagon, and two more bringing up the rear.

Despite the heavy contingent of travelling guards, none of them look particularly well-armed, clad only in grimy robes and hefting clubs and other blunt instruments. What they are, as a rule, is muscle-bound and shaven headed.

They look more like monks than guards. Well-built monks, sure, but monks all the same.

The trap is a simple one: a fallen tree dragged across the road, and the bandits clustered on either side, ready to pounce. Lavorra crouches in the undergrowth with Lorkan, Blond, and One Eye.

She very nearly jumps to her feet when Blond takes a long, lingering cup of her rear, but Lorkan shoots both of them a look, and she settles for elbowing the scrawny pervert in the ribs.

The cart draws closer.