If it needed to be said, those two men from the carriage were absolutely suspicious, almost professionally so.
"What do you think, big brother?" the younger one whispered. "Planning to rob that guy? When they took out their pouch earlier, I saw it was full of gold coins! There might even be jewelry!" His eyes gleamed with greed.
They were, in fact, runaway bandits, skipping town after their latest "job." Their next target was a quiet village down the road. But fate, in its usual poetic humor, had just handed them a robed figure practically sparkling with wealth.
"Tch, idiot," the big brother hissed, "you're talking about killing the golden goose before the eggs hatch. Didn't you see those hands? Those perfectly smooth fingers that have never seen work in their life? She's a noblewoman, no doubt about it."
"What?! A noblewoman?!"
"Shh, quiet! You trying to broadcast it to the whole forest?"
