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You advance along the Duke's road for the next few days. The rain has not stopped since you've left Verge, turning the road muddy and slick and soaking your cloaks and your backpacks. There are less and less people traveling south in this weather as winter approaches, and so it is quite unusual to spot the ragged band of men heading from the opposite direction.
There are two dozen of them, or so, wearing mismatched leather armor and carrying an assortment of swords, spears, and hunting bows. No banners, or uniform, looking more like a peasant militia than a trained force.
What do you do?