The party spent an hour journeying back from the mountainous cave back entrance to the cultist’s annex, escorted by the mounted patrol when, out of a small cloister of trees emerged six men clad in studded leather armor, and you noted most of them bore weighed nets, lasso’s, and javelins. Their heads hung low over their faces, concealing their faces from being recognized.
The leader apparent came up, a hard looking man with a weathered face and a shadowy cluster of gray-black stubble. He had a gleam in his eyes and said ‘well shit on me, this is a first. Do I bow or courtesy?” he grinned and spat, his mocking fake smile turned to a serious malevolent look ‘there’s a fat assed bounty on your heads, not you stupid assholes from town. You sons of bitches can ride like the wind or die where you stand. We’re taking in the Keltari, the Nyriddian dog, and that Jez’zurian high lord kid. Tell ya what, you can tell that cunt commander of yours Lord Duncan you were ambushed by orcs. Look” just then, an arrow came out of a distant tree. There was a archer there, camouflaged with leaves and he sent a black orc-arrow into the neck of one of the soldiers.
“Sorry your man had to die like a pig, it was only to legitimize the story you can give to your boss. Here, here’s a flask of Melkyrian brandy for your troubles. This is worth more than you make in an entire month in wages, you’d be a fool to ignore that”
The patrol leader, Neltan said ‘damned bountyhunters, what do we do?”