[center][h2][color=00aeef][i][b]THE BRIDGE[/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center]

Now free from secrets and surprises, Vestar, Marewen and company continued on their journey towards Guthram. Ever confident and hearing the humming for Grimar, Vester looked over to Marewen to take a moment thinking about his chance of becoming king. Never would he have thought that he’d have such fortune on his side. Made him feel a bit grateful that his father did throw him away in the first place. 

Several hours have already passed and for some reason, things were a little too quiet...too peaceful. Where they were passing through, there was a bridge they needed to cross. Nothing particularly different or significant about the bridge but to Vestar, he had a feeling something was going to happen the moment they get to the bridge. 

Sure enough, coming upon it, an arrow struck the ground right in front of the bridge. In that instant, 5 men emerged from under the bridge and stood in the path. Of course that was not going to be enough because several more men came from behind the trees that surrounded them. Vestar, slowly spinning around with Beast, noticed all of these armed men only to think to himself [i]Bandits… [/i]

The man in the middle stepped forward and spoke. [color=f26522]“Hello...quite a lovely day we are having. So what do I owe the pleasure to you all crossing my bridge?”[/color] Vestar already knew that this was probably going to end in bloodshed and sighed while beginning to reach for his axes thinking that they’d immediately have to fight through them.
[@king tai]