Tilson rose to his feet. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to take off the majority of his armour, save for his helm, which sat by the fire. He set his eyes upon the uninvited guests, with a ferocious stare. 

	"What charitable bandits you are." Stonehelm sneered, tightening his grip around his sword's hilt. "Are you going to wash our hair and polish our shoes while you rob us too?"

	A bandit opened his mouth, ready to retort with an additional threat, only to have Stonehelm shout him down.

	"[b]LET ME BE CLEAR![/b]", the grizzled knight bellowed. "[b]We are currently on the run from a swarm of undead! They are coming this way, posthaste! Now unless you have enough bolts, enough arrows, enough knives, to dispatch a thousand bloodthirsty ghouls, I suggest you give yourselves the best chance of survival, and leave NOW![/b]"

	The bandit that had his crossbow aimed at Stonehelm prepared to shoot, planting the butt of contraption into his shoulder, and resting his finger firmly over the trigger. In response, the jaded soldier puffed his chest up, and took a striking stance, ready to draw his blade and strike at a moment's notice.

	"[b]AND BEFORE YOU CONSIDER SHOOTING THAT [i]TOY[/i][/b]", the raving veteran boomed, "know that I've used that model of crossbow myself, [b]IN TRAINING[/b], and I know that it hasn't enough draw weight to pierce my skull, let alone my armour! [b]SO IF YOU INTEND TO SHOOT, MAKE [i]DAMN[/i] SURE YOU DON'T MISS. BECAUSE YOU'LL ONLY GET ONE SHOT BEFORE YOUR HEAD ROLLS ON THE GROUND!!![/b]"

	Turning one last time, ready to fight but hoping that it won't be necessary, Tilson growled menacingly at the bandit that had shown compassion. 

	"And as for our lives, mine ended with my king. If I can drag a dozen thieves into the grave with me, my passing will be all the sweeter. If you too, wish to sacrifice your life, so that your comrades may steal the gold from your pockets... Well I just hope you've made peace with the [i]Twisting Nether[/i] first."