That rotten Garion may have taken the loot, but at least I have my pack with me.
She trudges forward, and momentarily loses her bearings in an exceptionally dark section of the wood. It all begins weighing on her... the lost score, the burned reputation, the untrustworthy partner... she balls her fists in rage and swears to settle the score, one way or another. After a couple deep breaths, she calmly and quietly makes it through the darkness and into a small clearing.
Maybe it's just her eyes adjusting to the light, but it looks almost as though some of the plants are glowing. Before Wenlan can investigate further, she hears a twig snap and spots some movement in the trees about 100ft away. It is a man with a shovel, and he doesn’t seem to be very good at treading softly or quietly.