"Follow me, we'll ambush from the bushes." the farmer says, picking up a scythe from inside the wagon. He leads you and Mateo into the bushes, crouched and ready to face the possible attack coming your way. You think to yourself that this farmer might be more than what he looks, but now isn't a good time to ask, as the riders finally come over the hill and into view. They are three men dressed in full black, some with pieces of leather armor, and with an assortment of weapons. One carries a fresh-looking shortsword, one a battle axe, and the other a carving knife.
The group of riders slows as they approach the wagon, dismounting not far away. They don't seem to notice your group in the bushes just beside the wagon. They speak in a foreign tongue, and half surround the wagon on the other side. The one with the shortsword, a relatively large looking man, slowly walks forward and begins to look around in the wagon. He calls out something to the other two, and one of them walks up to the wagon to have a look of his own.
"Follow me, and slowly. Blood needn't be spilled, but be ready nonetheless. On my mark." he motions for you and Mateo to go around the other side of the wagon, and begins to sneak to the opposite side. You creep from the bushes, scimitar at the ready, to pounce on the bandits. When you reach the side of the wagon, you wait for the farmer's mark. You had wondered what it would be, but you quickly get your answer. You hear a grunt and some yelling, and turn the corner. The farmer is holding his scythe to bandit with the shortsword's neck, and the other two seem too surprised to even draw their weapons.