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"Westlake," The leader of the group nodded at the crossbow wielding bandit "if the old man starts yelling again then loose one between his eyes." 

He took another step out of the shadows, striding towards the party, with his comrades standing stalwart behind him. 

"You think we don't know about the corpse-men? Bloody Nether, this plague is the best thing to happen to us! These roads haven't been so full of life in years." 

The bandit chuckled darkly to himself. 

"I don't like repeating myself, but I'm in a good mood today; so I'll make an exception." 

The bandit's fingers glided down to his belt, where a pair of sheathed knives sat. 

"You come with us. We heal your friend. You refuse then we take you by force. The woman will be violated, and those of you who resist will end up in a ditch. There really isn't a two ways about this. Choose your next words [i]VERY [/i]carefully."