Rumors had been spreading for weeks. Something big was coming down the road, carried by one of the Little Folk. All the big players wanted it, but nobody could find it.
Perhaps it was already lost, its owner dead to the predations of the wild places, or caught by riders patrolling the road.
The Highwayman sat and waited, biding his time. He’d chosen his hiding place with care. If it wasn’t already gone, he would get it, and be in an excellent position to bargain with everyone that wanted it, whatever it was.
How much trouble could four Halflings be?

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