Town Outskirts

Aryana, Calaveraera

Your caravan sets out down the road.  As you roll along, you have to listen to Ganon's awkward attempts at flirting.  He's terrible, and painfully obvious about it.  Still, Sella seems OK with it, even returning a few lines of her own... or maybe she's just being polite.  Jel sits in the back as Mezzan drives.  They both have to stifle their laughter a few times.

It's not long, maybe five miles down the road, when you come across three men who step out in front of you.  They're visibly armed with short swords.  "Hello, there!" one calls up in a cheerful tone.  "I don't suppose you could spare a few coins for some hungry travelers?"

"Afraid not," Mezzan answers.

"Looks like it's showtime..." Ganon mutters.  "Remember, we need to take at least one alive and stop the others from escaping.  Or follow them when they flee."


Mik, Raquel

"Fine," they both say at once.

Raquel starts heading to the left, when Blondie walks forward and bumps her with her hips.  "Hmph."

Raquel shrugs and heads for the right path instead.  She starts down, pausing and leaping, dodging the blade.  Another blade swings out of a hidden track, but Raquel is ready for it and takes another quick step.  And then spears shooting from the floor and wall force her to take another.  In the end, she's practically sprinting down the corridor.  Which seems to be what whoever designed the trap expected.  The floor gives way beneath her, over some kind of pit.  She manages to stretch out and grab the far side of the trapdoor, clinging onto the ledge.

The blonde one starts to casually stroll down along the narrow bridge.  As she takes a step, one of the beams gives way and swings down.  She manages to easily shift her weight and hop across the gap without breaking pace.  She prances as she hops from support to support, until one clicks as she lands.  A large section of the bridge collapses in either direction, leaving her balancing on one foot.  Then comes a click from the wall - she spins, raising her shield to deflect a dart.  Another click from the other wall, and Blondie gracefully drops from her perch.  She wraps her legs around the support as she falls, holding herself upside-down.  With her hair dangling, she sighs with a look of annoyance.

You try to guess what sort of trap the slope might be hiding, but you can't spot anything obvious.

Can I use my weight and the slickness of the oil to build speed to make the jump?

Good enough for me. lets do that. even have the whip out to smash ultimate belmont style tether ledge recover just in case.

Aryana

The chief snorts at the both of you and draws his sword.  A jagged, chipped, and rusted blade.  The other two follow his lead, pulling out similar swords.  They start advancing on you.  Two have a nasty sneer on their face, while the third looks more hesitant.

"Ah, time to earn my keep," Ganon says.  He hops down, drawing his greatsword.  "Will you wait for me, Darling Sella?"

"Nope, that's not the plan," Mezzan answers for her.

Sella gives him a flirty wave as their carriage begins moving away.


Mik

You decide to ignore the other two.  Idiots got themselves into those messes, they can get themselves out.

You go running forward, letting yourself slide down the oily slope.  You wait until the last minute and hop over the flaming lake of fire.  You grab the far ledge, struggling to pull yourself up in the heavy armor.  You start to heat up a bit, but it's not even uncomfortable.

When you hoist yourself up, you find a hallway with a few more minor traps that you don't have much trouble with.  The pathway opens up to a large, square room filled with three green-colored slimes hopping around.