"If yerr's want ta' cross over this here side of the forest, yerr's gonna have ta' pay up!" Screamed a grizzly-looking bandit. He wore clothing that resembled a pirate. His left eye was patched up and his right leg was a piece of wood.
He had a large belly that peeked out from underneath his stained tunic and a black coat overtop that was ripped to shreds.
He was in the middle of a small pathway between a thick mushroom forest, the fungi forcing all entry and exit through only this one path.
There were dozens of smaller bandits wearing roguish clothing standing behind him and also to the side, blocking anyone from going around the side past them.
200 feet in front of the big bandit was a fairly long line of various carts carrying goods, carriages holding people, travel mounts, and other types of transportation vehicles.
Tyr and his squad were directly at the center of this line of vehicles, which numbered into the dozens.
