Vis nodded, he was sure thar the Separ would follow up on that promise. He took one last look at Khat, with her red hair peaking out of her head scarf, he had promised to himself that he'd look after her and if he botched this up, who knew what he'd have to pay. Vis grabbed the pair by their bindings and shoved them through foliage into town, as a child he use to play bandits and guards and memories of those games came back to mind, he was always the bandit. 

They had not walked five minutes before they were interrupted by the yelling of a raider, "Oy you!" he barked from a distance, "Where ya goin' wit them prisoners?!" Vis gulped and plunged into himself to find a reply.

"I'm thakin'em thoo tha thavern!" He yelled back, in the best gruff voice he could, "boss man wanth'em there!"

"What's wit yer voice?" he called back, making the raiders around him laugh, that angered Vis but he knew he was on thin ice, so he reacted appropriately.

"Wath with yer face?!" the raiders burst into laughter and Khat stiffled a snigger, it seemed that this rouse was going to work.

"I'll come wit ya," said one of the gruff raiders as he walked towards them, "I needa swig anywho." Vis was cursing like mad under his breath, he couldn't have the raider following them around, he wracked his brains until he came on an idea. 

Vis threw his voice as far as it could go, casting it as a yell behind the collapsed building that the group of raiders had called home, "Oy, you lot! Get yer arses over here!" The raider turned around and yelled.

"I'll be there in tad!" he turned to Vis, "sorry mate, duty calls." Vis was elated that it worked.

"No bothar, I'll save ye a bo'le." replied Vis as he continued down the road, his panic subsiding a tad. "thath wath close." he mumbled, to no one in particular.