You all take a short rest to gather your strength and make plans to continue the journey. You drag the bodies of the kobold, bugbear and orcs off of the road an into the bushes, but not without searching them. You find a total of 48gp, which seems low for a band of robbers. But maybe you had been their first targets of the day. The sun is still climbing in the sky, so you wipe the blood off your clothes and weapons, and get ready to keep moving.
As you are dividing up the gold, you notice that 6 of the coins are much different than the others. They are slightly larger, a tiny bit heavier, but the insignia on the coins is not one you recognize. One thing you can tell, however, is that the coins are very old. Likely from a long-forgotten empire. There is no writing on the coins, just the image of a woman's face on the front, and an image of a hawk over a crest on the back.
Pocketing the money, you get back on your horses and continue your journey. The weather is still pleasant, but there are storm clouds looming off in the far distance (to the East). You are heading West, so if you keep moving, you should stay in front of them for now.
About 6 hours later, as the sun is just beginning to sink on the horizon, you notice a lone wrecked wagon on the road ahead of you. There seems to be no movement, but your senses are on high alert as you approach. There are a few bodies scattered about - several commoners, probably merchants, and a few armed guards. None of them were left alive.
This attack must have been recent, but none of the attackers seem to be in the area. The contents of the wagon are gone, save for the pile of broken furniture. The bandits must have not needed any chairs, because the majority of what's left behind seem to be simple wooden chairs that have been smashed to bits.
As you are surveying this scene of destruction, you hear a weak voice from the bushes "Hulloh?...can...can you help me?". And out steps a young man, probably in his late teens. His clothes are torn in several places, and he has a fresh black eye. He's holding a dagger, but it looks uncomfortable in his hand, like he's not used to holding a weapon. As he steps forward, he suddenly gets a stern look on his battered face, points the dagger at you and says "You aren't the bandits that attacked us - but are you here to help or to rob us even further?".
