Amidst the conversation, confused whispers echoe from the cavern.  Two distinct, low voices can be made out.

Hon hi atruk?

Geh...aalkos Skaamme einzuk?

Nid, zu'u drey hon zulle.

The the sound of dull metal being drawn from a scabbard rings in the darkness.

Il mii koraav.

The adevnturer looked towards the cave entrance and shook their head.

Nu nust hon mii. Fey undin zey, ahrk iidahni erei zu'u saag. Mindoraan?

They crouched down, not waiting for an answer, and crept into the cave sliently knowing the man would simply follow. 

The old man, who draws no weapon, simply waits for the order of attack...

Cautious footsteps near the mouth of the cave.  Just when you think the old man's wheezing breaths are about to give you away, the two bandits creep past you.  One of the laughts unsurely.

Koraav, fahdon?  Nid het.  Hi fend helt voth ful pogaas Selkuum.

The figure chuckles darkly and draws an arrow, aiming for the bandit closest to them. With a breath, the arrow is released. It pierces the man square in the back, dropping him instantly.

Waan ho kriini tol gein, zu'u fen. Shur nu! They whisper urgently.

The old man drank whatever left he had of Invisibility potion, and soon became nothing more that nothing itself!  All our adventurer saw was the last thief  being muzzled by some unknown force, and blood gushing out of his chest as if opened by a blade.  The adventurer knew the old man returned because he could see floating blood spots in the shape of a man moving towards the adventurer's self.

Til lost tol.  Zu'u pah tir do galger.  Nid ufulle.

With the curious bandits dead, the two adventurers creep into the cave.  A narrow passage winds in the dark, but torchlight glimmers ahead from a vast chamber.  The adventurers stay to the shadows near the edge of the room.

They count four bandits total; two lay asleep on rolls of hide and animal skins.  A chest of dark wood braced with iron stands between them.  Two others sit at a long table that runs the length of the chamber, huddled together in muttered conversation.  One is a lean woman with a bow strung across her back.  The other is a grizzly Nord with blue warpaint.  Even at a whisper, his Voice gives off a tremor.

On the opposite end of the chamber stand several cages made of crudely welded iron.  Three of them are empty, but in a fourth, a Nord woman with dirtied blonde hair slouches against the cell wall.  It's hard to tell if she's asleep or awake from this distance.

Endelle was barelly sleeping, it's been four nights since she tried to desert from the bandit camp. It's been four nights since she didn't slept. The hard ground did not really help. She wish she never joined these bandits. Endelle accepted being part of them because she was running low on gold. Her escape was a complete faillure. She tried to sneak past them and go away calmy, sadly, she tripped over a rock and woke everyone up. They immediatly took her into the cage. Endelle was in a terrible situation, they didn't even gave her food. Her keeper gave her water, but that's probably it. Suddenly, she heard noises comming from the entrace of the cave. All her senses went in alert, but she tried to keep a low profile. She expected to see the two who were gone, thinking they would come back, but she saw two shadows get near the entrance. She couldn't see them. They probably think she sleeping. Endelle was curious, so she stood up, silently and slowy, due to the lack of sleep. She looked in the direction of the ones who were out of her confinement zone, and whispered :

Zu'u vis koraav hi, kir hiif zey gaav tir do het.
 

She look at them, trying to see if she got their attention. Endelle was really happy ! She was about to get out of here ! She tried to remove as much dirt as possible from her light, teared up, old rags. She tried to talk with them again. The Nord woman was trying to whisper, but she was to happy to see help ! So she said in a half-whisper, half-voice :

Zu'u fen dreh pah, gaav zey tir do het kir !

The bandits at the table glance over at the woman in the cell as she tries to get the attention of the adventurers, and then snap in their direction.  They both rush to their feet, the archer swiping an arrow fromthe table and knocking it on her bow, the man hefting a battleaxe of cold steel.

He yells, and his Voice shakes dust from the cavern ceiling:

Hokoronne!  Krii daar meyye!

The two bandits who were sleeping stir groggily from their bedrolls.

The cloaked adventurer makes a frustrated growl as they knock an arrow themselves, aiming for the enemy archer.

Vik! Tol los nii. Nid zuk savvon wundde.

The arrow flies, hitting the archer in the chest. They aim for the leader.

Miil! Nahlot! Hi rignivah un krantok, mey!

The Old Nord rushed towards the bandit wielding the battleaxe.   They both assumed their positions for battle.  The old Nord waited for the bandit to make his first move...

The bandit draws in a deep breath and bellows:

Zun Haal Viik!

The Old Man's sword is torn from his hands and clatters to the cavern floor.

The old man was suprised that this bandit knew the way of the voice, or maybe he was a Dragonborn.  The old Nord could fend himself off with his shield until he must use his gift... if you can call it that.

The bandit charges forward and strikes the old man in the chest with the pole of the axe.  The old man doubles over and falls to the floor where his sword lay.

He tries to reach for his sword, but his limbs gave up, and remained immobile.  The old man doesn't even try to get up.  As of now, he is on the brink of death.  There is almost no hope for our poor old Nord.  He could smell a breeze from a far off place.  The breeze soon slowly stopped...