Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-24736819-20151007031141

Quickly, Destro made way to the archers' hiding spot and pulled one of them from there, shoving her against the ground.

The bosmer girl looked confused and tried to understand how the cloaked man got to them so fast if just a second ago she fired an arrow at him, riding his horse.

"Stop, climb down and perhaps you'll live.", the young imperial harshly said.

After a few seconds, without any arrows flying over their heads, a nord climbed down from the other tree. He had his bow raised, until he realized the cloaked imperial had no weapons pointed at the bosmer, so he quickly nocked an arrow and pointed at the man.

"Let her go and give us what you have...", he said. Carden could read the man as an open book, he was not only nervous but also worried, which indicated he and the bosmer were close. The man's pupils gave away his addiction and each of his scars told a story: dagger to the stomach, saber cat fight, exposed fracture of his fibula and tibia...there were so many.

"We'll do no such thing, lower your weapon and I might consider letting you two walk away.", Destro was unreadable, unlike the nord bandit.

The bosmer woman was immobilized, not by Destro's strength but by fear. It was clear that she wasn't used to robbing people on the road, but giving her accuracy with the bow and arrow, she had been trained beyond her natural abilities.

"I won't repeat myself anymore.", Destro said.

"I'd listen to him, sir... The young imperial is just waiting for an excuse to...Well, you are fully aware of what. Let go of your bow.", Carden reinforced the request. There was something in his soothening voice that calmed the bandit down and made him drop his weapon.

Maximus tried to turn the bow into a large piece of horker meat as they were all starving, but instead he ended up wirh a enhanced version of the bow.