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With Reyl on the horse, Jofrodr snapped the reigns and Sunchaser went into a sprint. Despite the fact that they had been travelling non-stop for a few days to catch up to the bandits before they crossed into Hvitstrad, the Companions and their horse were still fresh enough to battle.

The bandits spotted them riding up the hill, but were unsure if they were enemies as of yet. Nonetheless, one of the bandits grabbed a bow and notched an arrow.

Jofrodr charged a telekinesis spell. "Reyl, draw my sword from my belt and throw it as best as you can. I'll catch it with my spell."

"Certainly and feel free to come back tomorrow and the days after. The training your providing to our Companions is invaluable. I'm sure Captain Gunnar would even agree to pay you for your troubles." The Harbinger said.

Kal avoided the man's elbow and in one swift movement she cut the thug through the neck.

He grabbed his neck with his right hand and finally fell over, chocking on his own blood.

"My my, look at the mess you've made." A brown-haired man with a braids. His skin was weathered as if he had been working under the sun for most of his life. He was older than the two women at least by a decade, though his skin made him look older.