"So… how did these bandits fight? What kind of weapons do they have?"
"Ugh," the man closed his eyes as if to remember, "they fought like bandits, chaotic and brutal. They had a few muskets, but mostly swords and spears."
This was better news than expected, honestly Aldrich had begun to think of these bandits as battle hardened and disciplined mercenaries. But it would seem that was not the case.
But that only made them more of a mystery, how could this gathering of crude bandits do something like what happened to that merchant?
Are they organized and capable or are they just amateurs with swords?
"Anything else?" Nathan asked, "like anything unusual? Something that seemed out of place, something that maybe didn't sit well with you?"
"I don't know, I didn't have time to observe anything. I was fighting for my life but other than the ambush I wouldn't say there was anything…"
