Thieves of Wind

You shove your head in that bag, just go for it. Get a muzzle full of sweet leathery satchel. Nicholas was kneeling by the other bandit, the less hairy one, and concluded you had killed him. Whatever it was that was glowing was now in your mouth, you glorified rideable dog. It tasted of metal with vague hints of peppermint. After checking Mr. Bush Bandit Nicholas whispered in a trembling tone, "This ones alive, we have to get out of here before he wakes up." You would have rolled your eyes but your a bit busy try to pull your head of the bag. Nicholas laughed and stood up, pulling the satchel off your nose and began trying to fight the glimmering sphere, about the size of two or three marbles, from your mouth.