Characters: Happs Bydon and his merry band of Bandits<br/>Location: Riding into Oleg's trading post<br/>Status: Normal, Unaware<br/><br/><br/>The night had fallen on the Stolen Lands. Some had spent that night chatting and eating with the Levitons as their spirits seemed much improved. Some were isolated loners seeking the refuge of the shadows. Some even sought the pleasure of their party members company. However the night passed for the party and the Levitons, the sun was rising over the untamed and wild Stolen Lands. As the sun began to barely peek over the wooden palisade guarding the converted fortress, Oleg was the first one awake. Knowing the bandits were only a few hours away, Oleg went about the fortress cautiously waking everyone up from their slumber in the guest quarters or elsewhere in the fort. Oleg was very careful about waking each member of the party, last thing he needed was someone to unconsciously wake and place a knife in his gut. After he had roused the members of the party, Oleg went over to join his wife in make a small, quick breakfast for everyone. Nervousness rifling through his gut, Oleg knew that he wouldn't eat very much. He surmised that most likely, the warriors defending his home wouldn't be that hungry before a battle either.<br/><br/>As a quick breakfast came to an end, the rest of the food left out as a “welcome gift” to the bandits, Oleg hoped it was more like their last meal. Thoughts of vengence firmly in his mind, they helped him get over how unnerving it was for what looked like a woman to become him. Her body had shimmered and then morphed to become an exact copy. It was like looking into a flesh and blood mirror. Oleg lamented that he wasn't a fighter and couldn't help defend his home as he ushered the love of his life into their humble home. Locking the front door and then their bedroom door, Oleg sat and waited with his wife. With everyone in the trading post assuming their positions, there was powerful degree of tension in the air. Though Oleg wasn't fighting to protect his home, he knew that the livelihood of him and his wife hung on the edge of these stranger's blades. That made him pretty nervous as he drew his wife close into an embrace and waited.<br/><br/>One person who wasn't nervous was Happs Bydon. Today was such a beautiful morning he surmised as his powerful horse carried him and his men towards the trading post. For agreeing to go on this stupid little milk run, his boss decided that he could fuck her. Damn did she have a sweet little pussy to go with a muscular yet scarred body. She was also vicious as fuck, which he liked in his bitches. Rubbing some fresh bruises on his neck from her choking him, he smirked. All night in exchange for a simple pick up. That was the sweet life. The Leviton's were cowards and cowed. Bandit's ruled these parts and those stupid traders knew they had to give up the goods or die. Taking their goods in return for protection had become routine as taking a dump in the morning. Too easy! Happs had once been a corrupt night guard, getting paid in money and pussy to let crime go on. He missed those nights where people didn't pay. Where he got to hurt some people. With how the crew ran this area, it seems like those days were far behind though!<br/><br/>Flashing a forward hand signal to the bandits at his side, the four men rode in a line up to the trading post. The found the gate open and waiting for them. That was good! The Levitons wanted to get it over with just as fast as he did. Happs thought about trying to get at his bosses sweet ass again, since this was gonna go off without a hitch. Motioning for his men to enter first, the four bandits came through two at a time into the keep. No one looked around, there was no point, as Oleg was already hiding again this time. It was ok that the trader wasn't here, as long as Happs got paid! Motioning toward the wagon full of goods waiting for them, mostly furs, Happs hung back a bit as his men advanced. No point in helping when he could sit back, let his men do the heavy lifting and think about some sweet tight ass.<br/><br/>The three other bandits advanced to the cart and began to rummage through it. Dismounted from their horse, leashing their reigns to the cart as they began to look through the gear, they mostly ignored their surroundings. Reaching into the cart, the three bandits grabbed a stack of furs each to place on his horse. As the sun continued to rise, the three bandits went about their day: Loading gear, whistling while they worked and enjoying the beautiful morning sun. It was just a calm, normal day.....<br/><br/>