"Bandits?"
Quinn whispered as he watched the two men quarreling over Patrick. They took the bag he had with him and begun rummaging through it.
"See?" One of the bandits began in a weird accent, "I told ya da wouldn't be anything here! Now we just wasted our time with him!"
"No, no" the other bandit shook his head, "He has ta carry something with 'm. He's a merchant ya know. He's probably going for da big selloff at the city"
He looked down at Patrick and scowled before kicking him in the stomach.
"Oof!" Patrick grunted through his gag.
"Ya better tell us where ya put ya money. I don't care if ya a merchant, I'll still kill ya"
He brandished a knife and spun it around to buttress his point and Quinn could see Patrick's nervous gulp all the way from where he was.
The bandit bent down and took off the gag, and immediately Patrick lost it.
"Help!! Help!!! Help me!!!!"
"Shut up ya fatso!!"
