Sir Osis
Something was obviously up. Nobody was crazy enough to attack guarded travelers in broad daylight alone like this. Well, some people were, but they don’t count. Sir Osis decided that it would be better to wait to see who or what else appeared.
“Why don’t you do something?” one of the merchants nagged.
“I do not yet know what emboldens this man so and advice you to remain docile for now.”
The merchant made some grumblings that he would likely not make in front of his grandmother, but soon complied. Sure enough, several more bandits, these armed with spears, came out of the forest. They ordered the contents of the carts shown to them, and after determining a few things they considered not worth carrying, they ordered the rest consolidated and given to them along with the animals.
Sir Osis began to unharness one of the horses, and, like all the guards, had been made to set his weapon down. However, he could see the handle of something in the cart ahead of him. Further inspection revealed it to be a hammer—not an ideal weapon, but the thought came to his mind that perhaps he could create enough of a distraction that some of the others could get their weapons back. There were around eight bandits he could see, and it would certainly be easier to take them out now that they were visible. Then again, there was a very decent chance that he would only be run through with a spear the moment he made any sort of threatening gesture.
“Why don’t you do something?” one of the merchants nagged.
“I do not yet know what emboldens this man so and advice you to remain docile for now.”
The merchant made some grumblings that he would likely not make in front of his grandmother, but soon complied. Sure enough, several more bandits, these armed with spears, came out of the forest. They ordered the contents of the carts shown to them, and after determining a few things they considered not worth carrying, they ordered the rest consolidated and given to them along with the animals.
Sir Osis began to unharness one of the horses, and, like all the guards, had been made to set his weapon down. However, he could see the handle of something in the cart ahead of him. Further inspection revealed it to be a hammer—not an ideal weapon, but the thought came to his mind that perhaps he could create enough of a distraction that some of the others could get their weapons back. There were around eight bandits he could see, and it would certainly be easier to take them out now that they were visible. Then again, there was a very decent chance that he would only be run through with a spear the moment he made any sort of threatening gesture.