"Aye. That it is, Jasper. Seems that as untraveled as this area is, it is still populated by bandits."
Jayce starts to light a tobac stick, "I was worried that we tipped off the ruffians in the tavern last night, and they attempted to ambush us and see what you were transporting that was worth a squad of men for protection."
He takes a drag and exhales, "But none of those men we killed were from the tavern. Now I'm worried we wandered near some bandit camp. Which would explain the traps already laid out for protection. One of them got away. There could be an attempt to... well, let's get moving quick to your sister's place. Eyes open, comrades."