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Over the next several hours they traveled in relative silence, with Joel every once in awhile inquiring into the benefits of being an assassin with K.

As they approached a steep hill Cole, who had taken the lead, froze. Chris, he said in a hushed tone.

Chris stopped short. What did you notice?

We're surrounded. About one hundred yards out. Twenty people.

It was probably a sign of the times that Chris was just grateful that he didn't say anything about dragons. After a few seconds Chris spotted figures in the trees to their left. Yeah I've got a bead on a few of them as well.

Before they could formulate a plan a figure appeared at the top of the hill they had been approaching. He was a short man with thick brown hair and that was about all anyone in the group could make out because he was covered head to toe in various layers of dark clothing, including a bandanna covering his mouth.

After a moment of looking at the group the mysterious stranger spoke. They call me... Potato.

Chris blinked before turning to K. He did just say he was named Potato, right?

K had an incredulous look on her face and nodded. Yeah C... I do believe he did in fact just say that.

Just making sure I haven't lost my mind, Chris said.

Well, that's up for debate still I reckon, K responded.

Chris rolled his eyes before focusing his attention back on the man who was apparently called Potato. I assume you are a bandit.

An honorable bandit, actually, Potato corrected.

How is a honorable bandit different from a normal one? Cole interjected.

Chris winced, that was a rookie move on the squire's part. You never leave the villain with an open ended question to explain their manifesto. You just killed them and went on your way.

Potato seemed to perk up at the question. I am glad you asked, young man! For you see in this world of cutthroat business and lack of moral scruples there must be someone who stands up to both the thieving fiends who take only for personal gain, as well as the corrupt taxation of our so called king! Neither side is correct! What is needed is a rogue, a handsome one no less, who will stand up for the fair rights of the people! Someone who understands that personal greed must be tempered just the same as the overwhelming, crushing, and most diabolical mechanisms of the ruling class! I have made it my life's mission to curb any who would hurt the innocent, any who take advantage of the meek! I am the bandit of the bandits, the balancing beam for the unbalanced! I am Potato!

The men in the forest began to clap at their leader's speech and Potato took a small bow. Thank you, thank you.

K just looked at him in a funny way. Why do you call yourself Potato though?

Potato smiled brightly. Because I love Potatoes! he said sincerely.

Well that lovely and all, Chris said. But we have an important mission and we really can't be held up by bandits, honorable though I am sure you are. Chris drew an axe from his side and readied it.

Before Chris or any of the others could react they each had a dart in the side of their necks.

Potato clapped. Yes, well, about that. While I was giving my most excellent speech I had my dart blowers get in position to take you all out. Never fear! They are merely tranquilizers. I am sure we will have plenty to talk about when you wake up. Good night.
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Sir Chris