Back into the forest you go, excited and confident thanks to the adrenaline rush from escaping that horrible ogre. The woman at your side doesn't share your high spirits though. She is trudging along, several steps behind you, and using too much effort to decide her next step as she picks her way through the under growth. You slow down, there's no need to hurry away, and walk by her side. It's then you a sniffling. Gertrude is crying. You pause and put an arm around her shoulder but she shrugs it off angrily. Suddenly she's turning to you and yelling in a language you don't understand.

"I saved you!" you state but Gertrude doesn't understand what you're saying. Angrily she shoves you to the ground.

"You kill!" she yells in what little English she knows. Duh, you think to yourself. You wanted me to. But you don't know how to communicate this to her. Brushing the dirt from your hands, you approach her again but hear another voice.

"Don't move," it commands. It's masculine, heavily accented, and very commanding. You stop moving without thinking about it. "Put your hands where I can see them. If you speak a word I will fire." You do as he says and raise your arms, well arm. Gertrude is staring over your shoulder, her face a mixture of anger and fear. Slowly, you turn as well. This is a mistake and he fires. A crossbow bolt speeds towards you and easily penetrates skin only covered by a fabric shirt and apron.

"I said don't move. Disobey and I will fire again." It doesn't matter, the first shirt was well aimed. It's hard to breath, hard to think, and hard to remain standing. You fall to the ground but feel another bolt embed itself in your torso as you go down. Everything around you goes cold and black.

Darn, you died anyway.