Episode Two: Bog Standard
Crevle shrugs: "I wouldn't know about readily, but... There were three of them: a girl, and two boys. One real weapon among them, a dagger, and one of middling quality at that. Not a piece of armor on the lot. And the grand total of their wealth amounted to a few coppers. And some half-rotten food. The girl was smart enough to surrender and give us the coppers and the dagger. In return they got safe passage, and could keep the rotten food, their clubs and stakes, their clothes and their lives. I liked her: when the boys tried to argue that they could 'take us', she slapped both of them upside the head. Pity that they are probably worg food by now."
"We are not bandits... Not as a tribe, at least: we usually work as mercenaries for a baron or another, occasionally a count. Most young ones are hired as soon as they become of age, since many of them don't make it back. Setting out as a warband to ambush caravans is a traditional form of initiation, though, and the chief's heir usually keeps the tradition alive. The noble houses know, and turn a blind eye... Sometimes they even hire a warband to seek out these mysterious renegade hobgoblin thieves. It's all a big joke to them."
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