The bandit woke up stretched out in the cottage's section with cots. Raging headache and a wave of confusion greeting him as he looked around in his new location. Moments passed as he gathered his bearings as he half stumbled out of the door with utmost urgency. The others, he had to get to them and- Outside in the street there was another colleague of his. This man had a more clean shaven appearance and a keen stare to him. "Torril," he said to him, "No need to come back, we know already.”

Naturally he was quite taken aback by this, “If you knew then why didn’t you help my ass out?” He said to him rather defensively. 

“Because,” the other man replied, “ You already failed us so stopping him wouldn’t be worth the effort when we can just get outta here right under him. However that leaves us with one thing...” 

Eyes narrowing and voice snarling Torill responded back, “So what! You’re saying I’m on my own after this?”

“Not quite. If you can prove yourself useful, you’ll be easily let back in.” The man responded before leaving to the main group.

Arriving at The Lazy Mule tavern, the young man found himself amidst the jovial atmosphere of the tavern. With sound and sight of people talking, drinking, and eating. Such mood seemed to be violated, however by his very presence. As quickly as he entered he began to scan his surroundings. Emotions racing as eyes bounced side to side in his search, something rather jarring caught his eyes. That man, that very same man he had left on the streets was there. A most uncomfortable prickling sensation ran around his neck. That very man was there two others. 

Torril greeted the pursuant with a shit eating grin as he swiveled on the stool to face them. “You’re late, just like always. Just coming one step behind us” He said with a slight chuckle, although he really wondered if getting into yet another fight to buy some time for the rest of the crew was actually doing anything. 

“Dammit I don’t have time for this! Where are they now?” The man asked him in a rather violent manner as the tension grew, with risk of escalation being a palpable thing.

“Belthsar, but not like it matters. Wasting your time is exactly the point” He made a hand signal that brought two other men with him. And with that the first punch was thrown and the tavern scene thrown into chaos. Soon drunken rowdy clients were entering the fray adding confusion to the mix. Ultimately that young man was the loser as by baiting him into fighting than fleeing, they accomplished their simple goal. Running like a mad man he was far away now from the tavern but now he had more than a hunch there would be issues with the law if he didn't clear out of town fast enough.

 He frowned at his situation of having stepped into so many complications just on the first day on stepping into town. He wanted to just sit down and companion about how terrible this ordeal is but it only fueled his hunger to get it over. As he dashed through streets with all else a blur, he saw a group of people standing around, and even worse he saw out of the corner of his eyes something like guards. He felt that same prickling sensation this time accompanied with a gut crunching feeling. Racing instincts took over and deemed it proper to plow through the crowd with only concern to slowing would be pursuers down. Eventually passing through the gates and into the woods he wouldn't stop running until he felt safer in their cover.