<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/9b/80/989b802fc7d36ab6eb434cca729b5bd2.jpg)</div><br/>“Ugh, Bandit Chief it is. I know what Gray Eyes mean, but if I’ve been called far worse on my days at sea. I don’t really care what we call the bastard, as long as he fetches us good money.”<br/><br/>Ares rose from his chair, and growled, “Aye, let’s go. We need a donkey and a cart at the very least; it’ll be useful to hold our prisoner on once he’s tied down. Those rangers may need support as well, and it wouldn’t hurt if we’d get a couple of sacks to put the heads in of everyone else that gets in our way.”<br/><br/>The old cleric looked around for a second, and said, “I need to get dressed and grab some of my personal supplies with Selise, not to mention, lock up my house from unwanted intruders. If any of you need to get any of your gear, then I suggest you all do so right now. Let’s meet up at Devereux in an hour, that ought to be more than enough time for you all to get ready. If you need less time to prepare, then feel free to already into Devereux and get all the supplies you need. I have two ropes of my own already, but it’s probably a good idea if you all bring at least one rope as well. You never know what kind of trouble we’re getting into. If you all bring at least one sack too, then we should have more than enough bag space to hold all the stuff we find there.”<br/><br/>After everybody got his say about that, Ares politely shoed them out of his house and gathered together with Selise all the supplies they needed for this trip. Rations, waterskins, ammunition for their crossbows, and other items; they gathered it all up on one place. Ares changed from his casual clothes into his studded leather armor and sharpened his rapier. Forty-five minutes after everyone had left his house, he was ready. He locked up the house to make sure that thieves wouldn’t find their way in and left together with Selise.<br/><br/>The trip to Devereux’ General Store was thankfully a short one and he arrived there on the arranged the time.<br/><br/>Upon entering the store, he greeted Alwyn, the owner of the store, saying, “Good morning, Alwyn. You may have heard that we’re pulling a group of adventurers together to go after that bandit up in the hills. I’m in need of some supplies and I was hoping you could help me. I need four sacks, one hempen rope, a donkey, and a cart. I was also looking to sell some items that I don’t need that badly.”<br/><br/>The cleric put the silk rope and a belaying pin from his days as a sailor on the desk. Although the silk rope weighed half of what a hempen rope weighs, Ares also knew that it was worth ten gold coins, while a hempen rope only costs a single gold coin. The weight wouldn’t matter that much anyway once he had a donkey pulling a cart. The cleric said a soft prayer and casted guidance on himself. It reassured him that negotiations with Alwyn would go a little easier this way.<br/><br/>With a grin on his face, Ares asked, “Would you settle for me paying ten gold coins? After all, if we’re successful it’ll really help your trade as well. If the caravans supplying your store are being robbed, then you’ll run dry of supplies eventually. We can’t have that happen, can we?”<br/>