An arrow fired from the tall grass pierced the coachman’s throat. The coachman
releases the reins to grab his throat, but his moans are drowned out by the
road noise. When the escort went to ask why the carriage was slowing down, he
spotted figures emerging from the grass.
“Enemy attack!” Carriage Guard
The horse continues to slow as nobody is holding the reins.
Corporal Mirko and the Sergeant Josh are fighting with the two guards while
I rush to the back of the carriage and flip open the tarp.
I find a fat 40 year old merchant sitting here.
“If you resist, I’ll kill you now. If you follow directions, you’ll stay safe
and keep your life. Choose now!” Pat
“Augh, hiee!” Merchant
“Speak clearly! I will absolutely kill you right now! If you follow my directions,
you’ll easily survive. Choose!” Pat
“I hear! I get it! Let me live!” Merchant
“Ok, you’ve made a wise decision!” Pat
At this point, the two guards had been dispatched. Corporal Mirko, Sergeant Josh,
and Private Colton change into the armor or clothes of the two guards and the
coachman, but I’m left out. I settle for the spare clothes
of the merchant, though it was too large even when I put it over my armor.