The stranger looks at you as you place a hand on their knee. "Be ready to leap in," you whisper.
"What are you doing?" they hiss back as you stand and move from the wall into the open.
As the graverobbers burst through a gate a short ways down the hill, you raise a hand towards them, unflinching.
"Halt there," you say in the deepest, roughest voice you can conjure up. "You've made a grave mistake."
"Can't help yourself, can you," your companion murmurs, pressing their palm to forehead.
Onward