The kids were quickly packed up into the wagons, and Karl's team prepared to head out.
"Will you be following us to town?" The retrieval team leader asked.
Karl shook his head. "No, we need to make a delivery to a nomadic tribe today, and if we go through the city we won't make it on time after all this delay."
The team and the bandit kids all looked concerned with that answer.
"You're going to make a trade deal with the nomads? The Yellow Tusk Orc Nomads? Are you insane?" The team leader asked, unconsciously checking his armour as if they might hear and attack.
"It's just a load of dried fish, it's not like we're trading weapons. Besides, I'm pretty good at getting along with Orcs."
One of the wagon drivers laughed. "Is that even possible?"
"Of course. When they challenge you, just tell them off and demand to talk to the boss."
The wagon driver held his belly as he laughed.
