who captured her. I told him I would keep an eye out for her. The fog has not settled since and I have not seen evidence of anybody save the two bandits I encountered: I hailed them to ask for directions, and got an arrow shot toward me as a response.
I ducked behind a tree to hide from the archer. The other rushed me, and I ran for more substantial cover. The bandit's compatriot must not have seen me rush behind the rock, because when the one with an axe followed me around the tree toward my hiding spot behind the rock, the archer shot him, clean through the neck. He approached to loot the body and I snuck up behind him and
killed him without a struggle. I half-buried them under a large pile of rocks and am staying in their yurt for the night. I ate the last of their food for my dinner, old saltrice and dried scrib meat, and I think I understand now why they attacked me.