**_Among the roadway, towards the Longfort of Feroxi_**

A caravan among rattled among the beaten path of the barbaric Feroxian road creaked thuddingly across its unlevelled surface. "'ey yung 'un. W'ats de bus'nss with ya along the Feroxians?" The handler qeustioned a dashingly grand youngster with dark-fleece coat that no citizen of the Halidom had ever set their eyes upon. The young man adjusted his fire-dyed coat as his shoulder guard rests comfortably. His looks were uniquely, out of the norm to many. He looked up towards the sun cautiously, before a pair of curiously dimming spectacles... Of some sort... Came over his eyes which brought clarity in polarisation. "Ya know 'this road ain't one fer merch's like yer..." He kept silent and continued to journey for

The trees were silent but the bushes swayed-- all a little too unnatural for a seemingly dead wind. Deadly bandits had gathered as they've spotted the covered caravan only accompanied by the handler and the out of the norm young man and allowed it to slowly pass after them before a bandit began to appear from the bushes, putting the caravan at a halt. As all bandits were, their faces were covered with bandana masks that concealed their identities. The caravan handler was immediately pale at the sight of bandits. " 'uh... W'at ye wan't? We be passin' ere and there's nuthin'n de caravan!" The nervous tone only made the bandits more certain about what treasures hidden inside the caravan.

"Well there's my reason! Handover the caravan or pay the toll!" The bandit yelled out. More and more of them began to emerge from the leaves around, surrounding the caravan with determined thieves out for some good loot. "Whattaya say, hm?"

The caravan handler was terrified out of his mind. "He be slaughtering we y'ung 'un! We best flee!" The young man's silence made the driver soon confused.

"Say, what discount can we make for this toll that you offer me?" He said aloud. The bandits around them laughed in unison as to mock his question. The leading bandit took part in the laughter before gathering his breath to one bold deal.

"What filthy thickets have you lit, idiot? We ain't acceptin' no deal until both of your heads' roll the floor!" They all drew their weapons, this time sending the driver into a mad dash in an attempt to run away from the scene. He whipped the horses harshly, sending the beasts into a maddening rush, knocking the only bandit in the way off and ran towards the Longfort, leaving him behind. "Look what you've done, maggot! We've lost our stash of glimmering gold! You'll pay for that with your life!"

"Oh really? Truly you've not known about us. You know-- I don't just slash prices in half." He smirked, despite being awfully outnumbered.

"Oh yeah? Let us see how long you'll keep that smirk after we've cut you in half!"

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The leading bandit furiously charged with his axe towards the young man. His look is nothing but smirks-- As if he had been in this positioned more than a few dozen of times. There were many cocky bandits after all in the wilderness looking for unsuspecting merchants that had their caravans poorly guarded. Let this be a lesson to them that not all poorly unguarded caravans are vulnerable.

The young man sees the brigand quickly approaching. All that he waited for was an opening as he swung his axe up to strike. The quick and steadfast arm that wielded his shield by his left arm bashed to the brigand's vulnerable stomach at which stunned him with a winding blow that sent him sprawling to the floor before the young man stepped onto his face and kicked it with his heel and walked away from the stupefied bandits behind him. It sent the rest of them angry. "You bastard!" One of them yelled out and found his opportunity to strike while the young man's back was turned away from them. Their heavy footsteps were what he heard and he daftly turned his body around, throwing his shield to the beheading axe's teeth and parried it perfectly before facing towards them again.

"You've got a steely will. I like that in my customers." He smiled, all without removing his spectacles. "It's such a shame that you'll offer up no determination to get at least a discount on your lives." The seven-- eight bandits were pissed off at him.

"Somebody kill him!" The leader yelled out. The young man only smirked some more as his hand drew an impossibly broad blade that he handled with one hand.

"Let's see if you'll be satisfied with my service, then." The young man smiled.