Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191020225159

"I don't know...they were supposed to sell her to me, but they robbed me instead." Fiak replied. He coughed. "Guess that is what I get for trusting bandits."

"You must know something." Jofrodr pressured him.

"I...I don't....well, maybe I do. I heard them saying that they were going to sell the mare in Hvitstrad." The prisoner muttered.

Jofrodr sighed. "Well fuck. How long ago was that?"

"Not long, maybe a couple days." Fiak replied.

"Then they haven't made it there yet. In fact they might not be far from here. We might be able to catch up with them if we hurry." Jofrodr said to Reyl.

Kal was easily able to dodge the clumsy strike and the thug's attack had left him completely open to her counter-attack. Kal was able to strike him in the chest, cutting through the man's hide armor and hitting his ribcage.

He fell back, screaming from the pain.

A second bandit attacked Elisiv from her flank. He cut her left shoulder. The wound was deep enough that it hindered her movements with her shield.

Nonetheless, she countered with a hit of her own. She struck the man in the thigh and forced him on his knees.

A crowd of squatters was watching the fight unfold, but no one was stepping in as of now.