Surprise Attack

Dyvia was awed by the dagger. It was so well made, almost art. The intricate patterns and beautiful carvings spoke volumes of the skill that had gone into making it. Dyvia could study and slave away her whole life and never be able to create anything quite like this. Something close to it, but not close enough. And in it dwelled ancient magic. If Dyvia was right the dagger could draw away the life force of whoever it was used on. It took someone coldhearted to use it. Someone coldhearted, or selfless as hell.
Dyvia glanced at where Sigrid was eating fried meat with her jolly bastard bandits. No way she'd tell that bitch what this dagger did. Sigrid would only use it foolishly, not thinking about the consequences. So Dyvia slipped the dagger into the pouch she had on her belt. She's escape before Sigrid would ask it back.
Dyvia froze at the same time with the rest of the bandits when they heard the singing. It was eerie, high-pitched and sounded like it echoed from another world. But no, Dyvia recognized the voice. She had only heard the elf talk once but Dyvia never forgot faces, or voices. So she was prepared when the elf walked close enough for her and the bandits to see her. But Dyvia wasn't prepared for the horde of trolls that followed after her, growling viciously. Hungrily.
Dyvia couldn't have been happier.
"Holy shit!"
Sigrid yelled when the trolls appeared and attacked the camp. Couple of bandits at the edge of the firelight died in seconds. Dyvia jumped up and climbed on top of the forge, crouching there, and assessed the situation. The bandits were now in chaos, each trying to keep herself alive. The trolls were indeed vicious but not invincible. They were dying from the arrows and swords the bandits used on them. But with every troll at least one bandit died as well. It was a bloodbath.
Dyvia was grinning like crazy.
"My my, what a lucky break."
But Dyvia had noticed that the trolls saw her, awknowledged her, but didn't attack. That was very strange, so creepy. What, she wasn't tasty enough to be troll fodder? Gee, thanks a lot.
Dyvia saw the woman from earlier at the end of the troll horde, next to some big mutant beast. It looked like it had once been human, but not anymore.
Dyvia took the dagger from her pouch, stood up and yelled.
"HEY LADY, I HAVE YOU DAGGER!! CATCH!!!"
Then Dyvia threw the dagger with all her might. Then she dropped down from on top of the forge and sneaked inside the temple. Her plan was to reach the armory before the bandits. Dyvia didn't stop to see whether the lady caught it or not. Dyvia knew she would catch it.
Inside the temple Dyvia tried to remember the way to the armory. The bandits had blindfolded her but only idiots were restricted by that trick. Dyvia walked along the curling path and was about to turn from the corner that led to the dungeons, and armory, when she bumped into someone. Dyvia saw the sneak, followed by the big man, and automatically checked her pouch. Nothing taken. Yet.
"Good, I was about to see to you two. Nice to see you're not completely helpless like I feared. Big man, your woman is pretty awesome. And sneak, did you get your weapons yet?"