The village is a poor one, there's not much loot to interest bandits, except the people.

Skellig can practically HEAR the wheels turn in their minds as Kreyu appears. She's young, she's pretty, a much more valuable prize to sell than some farmer.

"Try not to leave a mark on that one that will show, I want as much as we can get for her," the apparent leader snaps at his underlings while motioning toward Kreyu.

Kreyu spits a string of syllables and throws a small ball of fire at one of the bandits who is trying to carry off a child.