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The loose wagon had finally come to rest and Rorik had paused for a few moments to take stock of what was inside, mostly to ensure they weren't risking their lives over a few bolts of silk. He was extremely pleased with what he found: furs, mead, dried fruit, flour, a barrel of dill pickles, and even a crate of tobacco. Hurriedly, he pushed the lid back over the tobacco and pulled aside the wagon's tarp just at the moment Linden had started to peek inside. Surprised, Rorik stepped back quickly, kicking over a crate in the process and raised his sword defensively.
Terrick heard the boy's panicked cry and risked a look in his direction, a curse escaping his lips as the bandit in front of him took advantage of his lapse in attention and lunged forward, his blade slicing into the sellsword's right arm. Terrick backpedaled, trying to maneuver himself toward Mavis, but the second bandit reached down and grabbed the kid by his shirt, pulling him out of the mud. Perhaps the bandit had something of a conscious, for he didn't intend to hurt the child, rather pull him out of harm's way of the panicked horse.
Terrick heard the boy's panicked cry and risked a look in his direction, a curse escaping his lips as the bandit in front of him took advantage of his lapse in attention and lunged forward, his blade slicing into the sellsword's right arm. Terrick backpedaled, trying to maneuver himself toward Mavis, but the second bandit reached down and grabbed the kid by his shirt, pulling him out of the mud. Perhaps the bandit had something of a conscious, for he didn't intend to hurt the child, rather pull him out of harm's way of the panicked horse.