"I... I was near the coast when I fell off my horse, which escaped away. I don't know this region, I'm from Hevnen... I was headed to Tyven to propose a deal to one of their armor dealers" Dag continued timidly, his voice trembling and frightened.
"Why did you fall off your horse?" the other bandit asked, approaching him with the axe pointed at his head.
"I've been traveling continuously since last night, I haven't slept much and... fatigue took over, making me lose my grip on the bridle. As soon as my horse saw me on the ground, he ran off like a splinter in the other direction. I heard the sound of a tree falling to the ground and I thought I could find someone who could help me..."
"What about that hammer? Are you a Hevnen warrior?" the bandit continued, scrutinizing Dag with circumspection.
