A boy wearing a ragged tunic and distressed leathers is leading an old black mare with traveling provisions on its back in the rural countryside. Walking along the trail in the mid day sun he stops underneath a tree with a convenient boulder and nearby stream. Resting on the boulder he wipes the sweat off his brow running his fingers through his hair to fluff the accumulated sweat. The mare walks to the bank of the stream kneeling down to drink. The traveling provisions and gear tied to the horse fall off into the stream.
"Ahhh!" The boy yells as he frantically grabs his mound of gear rollling it in a lump out of the water. Being pre occupied with the condition of his gear he doesn't notice parchment flowing down the river. The parchment flows downstream when it washes up on a nearby bank of an encampment voices can be heard nearby as footsteps approach the bank.
"Ohh I'mma pee I'm not gonna make it... " a bandit tumbles over an overexposed root stubbing his toe making him trip. Falling flat on his stomach he moans in pain.
"Ooohhhh"the moans can be heard by the rest of the company.