"Well, well! A lone traveller, how atypical, empty your pockets, whatever is inside shall be the price you pay for your life" it went without saying, but Loimos had been approached with such demands a whole lot more ever since he had begun entering the mountain range surrounding Tamaris, the population of bandits and other low-lives varmints was rather dense, in two ways actually.
Ranging from incomprehensible blabber to rather sophisticated demands such as the one that was in the process of happening, the diversity in highway folks population was surprising, they were much like goblins, everywhere, adaptive, group-oriented, generally lacking in advanced thought process and not exactly pleasant to look at.
"Did you not hear him? Give us your valuables, lone wanderer!"
"Now that I think about it, it really is very uncommon for people to be alone in this part…"
"He is carrying a sword too"
"And that mask is a bit creepy"
