Event on Black Forest

The afternoon sun sits low in the sky almost invisible through the tree cover. Perhaps that is why you do not see the thief swing across the road from a handy vine until it is too late. In the time it took you to blink, he swung past you, taking your moneypurse with him on the end of his knife. You turn your crossbow to the trees and cry out in shock and surprise. Too late, the brazen thief is gone.