<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille was at the stables preparing her horse when Marek joined her, asking how her night went. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"I slept well, thank you. The others are probably at the gates, it's where we're supposed to meet the merchant that needs help. A dwarf."</span><br/>
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Together they met up at the gates. Sybille greeted the women, things were a little less tense between them. The dark-haired Elf did after all do them a favor by ruining Raven's reputation with the city of Skelt. But she decided not to bring it up. The elderly Dwarven merchant introduced himself and his sons, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Thurm Orcsmiter is the name, and these be my sons: Dommic and Filead."</span><br/>
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-<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Filly is fine,"</span> said the red-headed son.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">"Aye, Filly. This should be a pretty routine job for ye adventurers. Just bring us safely to Fort Thorn and we'll pay you upon arrival. We dun' expect much trouble but we'd rather play it safe."</span> Thurm explained to them and showed them on the map of the route they'll be taking.<br/>
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The first day and night went very well. The women even 'behaved' themselves keeping their conversations to jut polite business talk. It wouldn't have been very reassuring for the Dwarf if he kept seeing bickering Shadowfangs and an ex-pirate. Sybille and Marek stayed with the cart while the Shadowfangs went up ahead to scout during their travels.<br/>
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But by the second night after they had entered the Bloodsworn Vale things didn't go as expected. While the Dwarves were trying to set up camp to rest for the night, the others were keeping an eye out for trouble. Despite the insistence of Sybille to push forward till they were at least out of the ravine they decided to stay here. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Dun' worry, lass. Robb'ries have gone down since the Fort 's been rebuild. They'd be fools if they decide to ambush people this close to the guards. hehe."</span> Dommic reassured them with a chuckle.<br/>
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Well...they were wrong.<br/>
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Just as the Shadowfangs Sybille's Elven hearing heard the distinct rustling of leaves by something heavy. She unsheathed her rapier while her other hand clutched the neck of her waterskin. While the Shadowfangs were focused on one part of the ravine, Sybille turned to observe the other side but when a masked bandit feel dead to the floor, she spun around wide eyed. Bandits are never alone...<br/>
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There they were, creeping out of the bushes and shadowy alcoves of the ravines surrounding them. Sybille slowly backed away to stand near the merchants, the sons ready with their own short sword and axe. Sybille whispered to Marek, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"There's too many of them..."</span><br/>
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When the bandit leader spoke to them and mentioned to the Feline to listen more closely Sybille did the same. Elven hearing however wasn't as good as a beastfolk's hearing so all she heard was some rustling which may as well have been animals. Reluctantly she dropped her rapier as did the Dwarves before they were taken into custody and guided, along with the cart of precious ores, down a rough path.<br/>
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This bandit camp was a lot larger than expected. This will prove to be troublesome to escape Sybille thought to herself. Everyone was kept separate inside a large cave system. It had tunnels leading to cave chambers that became the headquarters of the whole bandit organisation. In some of those chamber were makeshift cages carved into the walls and closed off with metal gates. The dwarves were kept in one chamber while the adventurers were kept in another chamber but in separate cages. However thee cages were placed in such a way to prevent proper communication with each other, they can't even see each other.<br/>
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Sybille sat in her cell,listening to the murmurs of their kidnappers who were sitting at a large table in the center of the room. From the looks of it, this room is kind of like a dining hall. There were barrels and crates with food supplies and wines, ales and water. obviously these bandits were successful at their 'job' to be able to fill their headquarters like that. Enough to feed a platoon of men.</span>