Dodger, who had gotten off after the 1st mile of bumpy terrain, was walking along side the carriage. As Dodger walked along, he began to ocasionally notice signs that multiple fights had taken place on the road they were traveling on. A blood stain on a tree, an arrow embedded in the side of the road, a broken blade sitting near a rock, all of these thing were setting off alarm bells in the young thief's head. Dodger had been on edge ever since they entered the western continent, bout now he was really getting nervous. "Oi oi" Dodger said to his traveling companions as they passed the corpse of a bounty hunter left on the road "Do ya think those stories 'bout robbers 'angin' round these parts are true? 'cause I'm startin' to think they are".