"What befell that group, my friend?" the knight's friend, probably a mage with that cape and staff, scratched his head.
"They crossed paths with the wrong soul, mate, and met their demise," the fully armored knight shook his head.
Baldy, the player beside them, took a swig from his mug, "All of their art in disarray. Nay, the masks they wear not; 'tis panther emblem adorning their attire now."
The fully armored knight sighed, his head the only thing not covered by the armor, and looked down, "They persist, do they not?"
"Slaying fellow players yields copious points for the kill, friend. Thus, their tenacity," the mage sipped his ale, and they all nodded in agreement.
They were onto something. Thanks to their info, I could track down more of those Malevolent Marauders. They were becoming rarer than monsters these days. Now, I knew where they were lurking.
