Markus laughed, "Well we wouldn't want that now would we?" He teased, "And yeah, there's a prince, but they want to keep it quiet until they decide of wedding days and all that." Then out of the blue a voice spoke, "Well, well, well. What do we have here." Suddenly a tall burly man dressed in tattered clothing and wielding a sword and shield crept out from the woods. 
Markus moved in front of Castitas, "A bandit? What are you doing so far away from camp at this time of day?"
"Well now, a nosy little rodent aren't you. I don't have any business with you, I want the girl." A nasty grin appeared on his face, his teeth rotten.
The knight's face contorted in slight anger, "What could you possibly want with her?"
The bandit laughed, "It gets a bit lonely in these woods, a man could use the company of a fine dame like her." He chuckled inching toward them.
"Back off, you grotesque scoundrel." Markus steeped closer to the bandit, rage could be seen slowly boiling in his eyes.