Re: Part 3 - On the road
Decklan, the second man, the one who didn't run, and the one who seems the keenest to talk, remains kneeling in the road as he replies, "I doubt they'll attack." He watches as his injured companion limps back to join them, and as Fergus examines the cart.
"See, the way I was told it was that we were to stop wayfarers on the road, ask them for help. Then, while they help fix the wagon, we see how tough they might be. If we think they'll be easy marks, Jack gives the signal," he jerks a thumb towards his wounded comrade, "and our mates attack. Only he never gave the signal, and close up you're definitely too much for our gang to take on, so he likely never would've."
Then, as an afterthought, he adds, "Oh, and the sacks are full of dirt. They're just there to look good."
Jack glowers as he comes close enough to hear Decklan's confession, then sits down in the road next to him. An action which results in a brief, though heartfelt, yelp of agony. "If they've got any sense, our mates'll've buggered off by now." he mutters, "Left us to it, they have."