Seeing the driver of the carriage set off like that, a wave of concern filled all three of them. Opening the door, the three of them exited, and it was quite clear why the driver had run off like he had just moments ago.
"How, how do we keep on getting ourselves into these types of situations!" Simyon commented.
Blocking their path in front of the carriage and horses were six rough-looking men. They were in tattered clothing that only covered their manly chests and only a little part of their legs.
The men looked like those who barely bathed, and they had several missing teeth as they grinned widely with their weapons in hand. Setting eyes on them, Simyon knew immediately that these were bandits.
