There's a few minor complaints, but they settle down after that, agreeing with his point. The others agreed with the plan, and set themselves up, the dwarf taking a position of 'hiding' just inside the open door, ready to provide the anvil to their hammer.<br/><br/>Almost exactly an hour after sunrise, four men on six horses begin riding their way towards the small outpost. The four of them look rough, dressed in patched leathers, with weapons, and horses, that have clearly seen better days, but they approach arrogantly, as if they already own the place.<br/><br/>As they arrive at the gate, Torak steps out, weapon at the ready, catching all of the bandits by surprise. Their leader narrows his eyes. "What's this? One stupid dwarf, against us? Hah! Move aside, stunty, or I'll move you," he growled.