I walk along the swamp line trying to stay out of the moonlight. I can make out three faces walking along the dirt path. They were carrying ruby engraved daggers and cheaply made swords. Probally bandits I thought to myself. I make my way back to the camp area. "its just three bandits" I say. "so are you fit enough to hope on your horse and ride in the pitch black or should we just wait it out and if they come over here ill have to kill them" I ask