"You can hold it nice and firmly there!" said the man in brown leathers that had suddenly appeared between the bushes, his voice muffled by his mask.
"Feck!" i uttered, harshly drawn from my thoughts revolving around the upcoming wedding. Seeing his crossbow pointed at me i lifted my hands.
"You can't run from a bolt.."
"
One to state the obvious.." i thought, muttering:"right..."
It had been a while since i had been robbed, but i knew i could get out of this unharmed, just keep it friendly: "How may i help yer?"
"By following with me." He said with a derisive smile.
"
Not a robbery then" my thoughts were racing, trying to come up with a way to talk myself out of this, when i noticed the slight noises of someone moving behind me. Without thinking i took a step to the left, a unlit torch barely missing me as it swished past where my head would have been.
"Yer to loud mate" i quipped to the man behind me, thinking at the same time "
Shut up, idiot! Not the time for this now..."
"Ah well.." with a resignant sigh the man in brown approached me from the front, and in turning back i saw the crossbows butt coming right at me.
Then nothing.
I awoke from a splash of water to my face, tied to something in a unknown cave.
"
The ropes are tight and wellknotted, the flowstone goes up to the ceiling and is to slick to rub the ropes through on..." a wellknown voice commented in my head "
Get them to retie you, and i may be able to get us out here" I let him take over.
"Pierce..." The man in brown looked at his partner
"You'd reckon it'll be allright to leave him here over the night?"
"Don't see why not." Pierce replied
"Indeed...why not" I said with a grin, earning me a curious look from Pierce.
"Grab all the assecories he has." Brownie ordered his companion "I'll chain him up." and started doing exactly that.
"
Excellent!" i thought "
now lets make sure the chains are not getting to tight...". I inhaled deeply yet quietly through my nose, filling my lungs until it hurt, while Pierce was busy emptying my pockets and and taking my backpack. "
Don´t worry Stew, we don´t need any of it"
Brownie had finished with the chain, studying his work content.
"Basterds!" I muttered, releasing the air unnnoticed.
When they had left i started working on the chains.
"
Hmm... better than i thought, this may take a while and get painfull... but you´re not going to miss your wedding, Stew, i´ll make sure of that.
And then you´ll owe me!"
Sitting back in a dark corner of their mind Stewan muttered a silent curse.
He had messed up ... again.