Take the bag and leave.

All of this is none of my business but as long as they are otherwise occupied I see no reason to leave the bag of loot on the ground. Still it never hurts to be ready so I prepare myself to use a spell.

I put my hand in a pocket of my coat to take out a deck of cards. The practice of making parchments with spell on them is an old one but I improved on it. If you don't have to include energy to be stored in it you can use them more than once without having them vanish once read. I spent weeks in my years of study crafting a deck of high quality cards, each holding a spell ready to cast and only waiting for some power.

The one I choose has a large open hand drawn on it and allows me to channel my energy through telekinesis.

I approach the bag and picks it up when an arrow barely misses me (I feel some blood on my cheek.) and plants itself in Gnash's shoulder.

A third robber, younger, fully clothed and armed with a bow is standing near the burning house. I use the card and by sending power in it throw the brigand in the flaming inferno of the blazing house. He couldn't take a breath before being in and as he does, trying to scream he only breathes in fire, rendering him mute for his last moment on earth.

The other two are so bent o catching the girl that they don't notice what just happened. I do not lose time and escape from here to continue on my way.

I find 3 shillings in change in the bag and a health potion. I put a drop of it on my finger and swipe it on the hair thin cut of my face to test it. On a wound so recent and so light the effect is instantaneous and the cut disappears.

It take me all day to reach the next place on this road and the sun is setting down when I reach a large clearing full of buildings. The village I saw on my map, a huge bill board is painted with the words.

WELCOME TO JUNESTOWN