He returned to where the rest of the group had gathered, surrounded with the corpses of the dead and the dying bandits. He spat, a thin spray of blood running out of his mouth and going over the face of one of the dead scum.
"It got away. Sorry, but ambush is my bane."
He resisted the urge to draw his dagger and tickle a confession after the little serpentine midget. It'd made a bloody mess, and he didn't want to dye his boots today. "You've got a lot to answer for, Dwarf. But I'll start my line of questions with what you were hauling. This wasn't just a standard bandit attack, this was an ambush. They knew you'd be hauling, and they wanted it."