Alcott and Merida rode the carriage, heading toward Oakedge in the middle of the night. "What are we expecting to fight?" She asked with a passive face, staring at the stars.
"Werewolves, I also expect some humans." Alcott replied, "And now that I thought about it, there was a griffon problem around here four years ago."
"Griffon? You mean griffin?"
"No, griffons are four-legged while griffins are two-legged." Alcott looked at her, "Griffons are far more dangerous than griffins." Alcott smiled, "I leave those idiots to you."
"What are you talking about,"
PEW! From the dark, an arrow flew toward Merida's head. CLANG! With a swift swing, she deflected it. "Bandits?"
"We are asking for it when traveling at night." Alcott smiled, "Deal with them on your own. I want to see what you can do."
Thud! Merida leaped from the carriage, holding her long blade to the side. "A falchion longer than your body. Doesn't it flop around?" Alcott asked, staring at her sword.
