In the depths of a dense forest where moonlight barely pierced through the thickets, a ragged group of men huddled behind thick tree trunks, whispering curses and chuckling among themselves.
"It's been so damn boring lately," one of them grunted, scratching his bearded chin.
"Yeah," another with a crooked nose spat to the side. "Can't even loot like before. Security's tighter than a nun's cunt—"
"Shhh! Look!" someone hissed, pointing toward the distant dirt path.
A caravan of two creaky merchant wagons trudged through the muddy trail, guarded by a couple of nervous men with short swords.
The bandits exchanged grins like starving wolves seeing prey.
"The fools actually came through the forest," the one-eyed leader muttered with a grin, gripping his axe. "Alright boys, you know what to do. Leave nothing behind!"
"Wait..Is this a trap..Who travels at night.."
"Shut up and attack.. These are just other idiots..Did you forget how people are traveling at night instead of day."
