On a road alongside one of the many forests of Aldmerrow, a group of about six men stood around a figure that barely came to most of their chests, and that was only if you counted her large hat. The little girl had a neutral expression, stoically looking down the road, as if through the man in front of her. The men in question, with their low-quality leather armor, axes, broadsword and other pointy weapons, were clearly not there to make small talk with her. No, they had waited to ambush a traveler for hours, and when they finally jumped out at one, what they got was not exactly what they were hoping for.
"Lookit her clothes, that's def'nitely high-quality. She's pro'lly some noble's brat, bet she ran away to go see the festival!" another of the man quipped, examining the almost formal-looking garments she wore. "W' could get a fair bit 'o coin with her as a hostage."
"..." there was no response in her, instead she stared directly ahead.
"... H-Hey, what if she's a witch...? I mean, look at her hat."
"Psh, if she was, w'd be dead by now. More likely dumb... maybe deaf too. Oi, girly!"
"Move aside, fool," she finally spoke up, tilting her head up until she could see the man in front of her's face from behind the brim of her hat. Her cold expression was akin to someone staring down at an ant making a beeline for their food, and the man grit his teeth in anger as the rest laughed.
"Guess she's not dumb. So, wha'dda we do?"
"Oi, oi, j'st give'er a lil whack and take'er stuff, or 'er. Either way, it's not good for us to be standin` out like this..." a thin, cowardly-looking bandit muttered, busy nervously scanning the treeline and down the roads for the slightest sign of trouble. Traffic had increased lately, which was good news for them, but it meant they couldn't afford to be wasting their time terrorizing small children, not when it was likely they'd get some attention from something. Some begrudgingly and one more than happy to do so, the group circled the girl, as one brought his sword up with the intent of cracking her in the back of the skull with the end of the grip.
"Sorry 'bout this...!"