"Both sides of the river." Nidget and Andre were surveying our enemies. I was well writing a journal entry. Look I sacrifice so much to keep these things going, I can't remember what I was writing, but I'm sure that entry had a bunch of tenseness to it because I was feeling really tense. The Bandits we were not there to stop but had suddenly become integral in stopping had split their force and had blocked both avenues into town (which meant they had planned their attack in advance because as I said before you couldn't ford the river safely, so they had to have come up with the strategy at a previous bridge).
"Numbers?" That was Andre, Nidget was the one with the spy glass.
"Can't tell lot of them." Andre gave Nidget a dirty look and took the spy glass.
"32 on one side, 15 the other."
"That's a lot of guys for one bartender, and a junior one at that." My contribution to the conversation.
"Trezlan would you please at least pretend you're involved here."
"I'm helping."
"By doing what exactly?"
"Chronicling our adventures." I was not actually chronicling this adventure at the time, but I am now! That totally counts.
"I get the impression Mr. Lorentino doesn't want to be here."
"Really? What clued you in, all the constant whining or the fact that he's the one person not actually prepared for battle."
"I'm right here you know and those words hurt Nidget, we all get prepared in our own ways. I am making sure people know we died as stupidly as possible."
"YOU THREE COME DOWN HERE!" Apparently while we were talking those bandits that had set themselves up for a pincer attack pinced, and we were caught right in the middle of it. You know its times like this I realize I talk too much, its weird what brings that up.
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