Perhaps it was the luck of the day, though it seemed that the luck was running out the closer these bandits got. They had pitchforks and weaponry at ready, shouting little taunts ahead at the person running through the woods and up the pathway of the mountain. It wasn't exactly usual to be so far out here. Especially when little children and elders spilled rumors of the dangers that lived in these mountains. Mythical beasts, hawks with talons like knives, and so on. But there was no way they could get out of this, or could they?
There was a little edge in the mountain, one they could slip through and into a cave. Perhaps it was the best bet, no?
"Come on, friend! We just want to talk!"
The larger one in front of the bandits said, charging his sword a little higher and giving a hearty laugh that resulted in heaving coughs for hair. The others made noise in agreement, and it seemed that the little edge was their only escape..
