We're following Heroth northeast. I have no idea where the hell we're going, but I trust Heroth. He's staying quiet as we carefully make our way to wherever we're going, since he's rightfully worried about guards or bandits attacking us.
On the horizon, I see some small buildings. It seems that Heroth is taking us to one of the small cities on the coast. I'm not even sure what this city's name is.
"Hold up." Heroth whispers, holding his arm back to stop us from going ahead.
"What's going on?" Emma asks.
"There are some bandits up ahead. It looks like they've got someone with them." He tells us.
I take a peek, and see that a poor old man has been thrown to the ground. Two bandits are standing over him while another rummages through his wares.
"What's this? You've got nothing but trash in here!" The bandit complains.
"Please! I'm just a fisherman! Those items are just my personal things! I have nothing of use to you!"
"Then you're just wasting our time!" One of the bandits shouts, kicking him in the ribs.
The man cries out in pain while the bandits laugh at him.
"Alright, whatever. We can sell everything here for a small amount of money. Maybe enough for dinner tonight. What do you wanna do with the old man?"
"Well, we can't leave any loose ends, right?" The other bandit asks.
"Right." The third bandit nods his head. "Besides... The black market is always in need of some human organs. We can get some real money off of this geezer."
"Please! I just want to get back to my daughter!" The old man begs.
"Oh? Daughter? Well, some girls are always fun, eh boys?" One of the bandits laugh.
"I tell you what, old man. We'll take that daughter off of your hands. In return, we'll let you live. What do you say?"
"Never." The man growls.
"Then I guess you're gonna die." The bandit shrugs.
"Not on my watch!" Ysana walks out from the bushes that we're hiding in.
"Ysana! We're supposed to be staying hidden!" Heroth shouts at her.
"I'm not letting that old man die!" She shouts back.
"I'm not even that old." The old man mutters.
"I'm with Ysana." I say, walking out. "We will protect that old man."
"Well, we have no choice but to do so, now." Heroth sighs.
Emma and Heroth walk out to join Ysana and I.
"We're outnumbered. What should we do, boss?" One of the bandits asks.
"Three of them are girls. That man is the only one who looks like he'll put up a real fight. Still, I'm not a fan of fighting 4 on 3, so let's just try and avoid it." He suggests. He puts his sword up to the old man's throat, and warns us, "If you don't walk away now, the old man will die."
Ysana shakes her head, and walks up to the boss.
"Hey! What are you doing! Do you want him to die?" The bandit asks.
"You're dead." Ysana whispers as she steps right up to the leader.
"W... Why can't I move?" The boss asks, voice filled with fear.
Ysana just smirks, and places her hand on his chest. She lets out a blast of magic, and the man's eyes go wide before he collapses to the ground.
The other two bandits gasp, and then flee.
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Queen Zezanna
FantasyZezanna, the princess of Asios, is in for a rude awakening. Her father has just been found dead in the gardens, and it will take everything she's got in order to find and kill the person responsible for his murder. With her father gone, Zezanna beco...
