The road to Hoshi is a long paved cutting through the several forests and groves where random forest people live. On the road, the obligatory forest hoodlum appears to rob the road train. The bum of a bandit is all alone and a level thirteen. His hood is a farmer's hat lined with leaves and a net to make the cowl.
"Alright! Hand over your coins, and nobody will get hurt." His dagger is as thin as a toothpick, just like him. The poor boy doesn't even have enough meat on his bones to feed leapers craving. Salome sniffs his feet, unsure of what he is doing. Even to Salome, the boy is no threat. Her tail wagging about as Ori from Leapers grabs his lance.
"Go home, boy." Ori puts his lance at the boy's neck.
[Intimidation failed!]
"You don't scare me, this here is Bush-wacker turf pays up or else!" The boy's voice is cracking up. He must have just hit puberty. Ori's demeanour changes, leaper growling fangs bared.
