Later at night the kids sat together. Argurios like usual didn’t talk much. Also he was the last to go to sleep. When other fell asleep Argurios moved away from them to the other side of the rom and starred out of the window. Slowly he fell asleep as well.

The banging of doors woke him up. He jumped up from his sleep and looked around. The moon was in his favour, for he could see the bandits in the moon shine, yet he himself was covered in total darkness. On the other side, he noticed Brisa standing in the room. Others around her. Argurios knew he was the only one who could do something. No one knew he was in this corner. But the orc boy also knew that though he’s as strong as any man, he has only one chance. As long as he has an element of surprise, he has a chance. Though he could run, the thought didn’t come to him. Argurios was set on to save his new companions. Looking and feeling around him, trying to find something useful, he remembered a tale his dad used to tell him. How he once escaped some soldiers, by throwing a log on them. Though there was no log here there were barrels. Argurios grabbed one barrel with one hand and another with the other hand. Lifting them up, he threw them into the attackers. Picking up the biggest barrel he found, he screamed as loud as possible, and charged forward. As the first two barrels toppled the bandits on the side the three in the middle turned to face him. As they saw him, they panicked. For to them something big strong and loud came their way. They didn’t see an orcish boy, just a tall big shape. Crushing into them Argurios knocked one out and the other two fell on the floor. Noon of them could get up immediately, because of the barrels holding them down. Argurios had no such problem. He was on top of the barrel and standing up was no problem. He quickly ran forward grabbed his pac and Brisas hand. “Come we must run away, while we still can.” He darted towards the doors, past the bandits.