"Surely sir," Eryx speaks up, gesturing with his right hand between himself and Isago. "You can see the resemblance can't you?" He asks, smirking slightly under his mask. The pale man with snow white hair was definitely related to his milk-chocolate compatriot. "No? Married in I'm afraid."

He begins to step forward towards the cart, catching a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye that he couldn't afford to look at. [i]The haystack one?[/i] It didn't matter, more pressing matters were in front of them. If the one in the haystack was here, three on four didn't seem too bad. It would have to be a quick fight though, reinforcements would surely be inbound, emptying the carriage would take too long.

[i]Is that a rope? They're trying to-[/i] It dawned on him then, he put himself in a worse position than expected. Either that one was running off on his own, or they planned on taking from the carriage. Here. Next to the marketplace. With guards on the way surely. Now he had to get these ones out of here, and they needed to take the whole cart, not just take from it.

"Seems conflict is unavoidable, go on, if you men can't come at us yourselves, call your daddy the guard captain." Eryx taunts, hoping that the first blow would be more effective if it wounded the ego of his enemy. "Your whining will surely bring him, can't be hanging much down there if your first reaction is to threaten to go cry about it."

He extends his arms outwards, starting to step forward towards the carriage. He needed the horse alive and well, limiting his options. [i]The swords, heavy, slow.[/i] He thinks, preparing himself physically. If the rider was dumb enough to charge him, he'd have to use his gloves to parry the blade and knock him off. Hopefully his new uncle could engage in team combat.