"Hey, Urist, the booze is gone" You say, matter of factly, trying to sound as if the fury this Dwarf is about to unleash doesnt phase you.
"Whit! it was yer job tae guard it, laddie! is thaur onie left?" Urist shouts, rattling the axles of the wagons.
"Well, there is one barrel..."
"A barrel!? whit th' heel am Ah supposed tae dae wi' a barrel, laddie?!?" He shouts, becoming more outraged by the second.
"Sell it, i suppose....." You trail off into silence as Urist does his best impression of a beetroot.
"Seel? SEEL a SINGLE barrel!? th' buyer wanted two dizzen barrels!!! Ah cannae seel heem only a single barrel.!" He puts his head in his hands and moans.
"Erm...Urist, changing the subject but, have you seen my helmet? And what happened to us anyway?"
"Nae Ah huvnae seen yer damn helmit. An' did ye forgit laddie? we waur attacked by a load ay those thievin' wee mirk elves. Elves laddie, och, th' shame...." Urist falls to his knees, rocking back and forth, head in hands.
Feeling sorry for the old brewer and trader, you decide that your job isnt done yet, and set about scanning the forest with your eyes to make sure you aren't being snuck up on. Turning in a circle, there is nothing ahead of you, nothing except forest to your right, nothing behind you except the destroyed wagons and nothing to the left of you besides forest and a pack of 12 foot bears....
Wait. Twelve foot bears? TWELVE FOOT BEARS!?!?! A PACK OF?
"SHIT! By the Goddess Poonedmihurder, mistress of lust, gambling, brothels and promiscuity, we have to RUN FOR IT URIST!!"
Your shout of fear broke Urist from his self induced mourning enough for him to spring to his feet, and speed up next to you as you run East along the road.
What else do you do now?
You can turn around and (try to) fight the bears, continue down the road or something else.....