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[/center][right][@Zarkun], [@Lunarlord34][/right][hr][hr]The pair approached closer to Bayard and Plutus’ hiding spot, the former growing more anxious with the sound of each foot step growing nearer. Plutus peaked through the bushes, able to identify the strangers a little clearer. One of them men appeared to be clad in armor of brilliant gold.
“[color=lemonchiffon]Get back,[/color]” Bayard pulled back his younger companion with a harsh whisper. “[color=lemonchiffon]They could be bandits.[/color]”
Plutus scampered back a little, his hands clenched firmly around the shaft of his glaive. He gave Bayard a quizzical glance.

“[color=skyblue]What kind of bandit wears golden armor?[/color]” He saw the Light Mage’s eyebrows raise in curiosity. Something was amiss about these travelers. Bayard hoped they would pass them by, but it seems the armored fellow was more perceptive than he’d thought.

"[color=steelblue]Come out of hiding or I'm coming in after you. And I promise that's a fight you'll lose.[/color]"
Shit Bayard reached his hand back to grab the hilt of his blade when a second voice spoke out.
"[color=ed1c24]It would be in your best interests to do as he says.[/color]" Bayard felt magic radiating from this man. Wizards.
Cocky bastards, Bayard grit his teeth. If they were wizards then the odds of fighting them off was going to be slim. He looked back to Plutus, who was now sitting in a crouched position with his glaive at the ready. The eager smirk plastered across his face was nauseating.

Plutus’ fingers were twitching. While his senses were not as honed as Bayard’s, he could tell when another wizard was nearby. The first thing that crossed his mind was dark wizards. Or rather, the first thing he considered was the opportunity to do as any other hero would and take on these villains head on. He was just waiting for the go ahead from his friend.

Plutus knew the way these guys were talking would surely peeve off Bayard. So when his hot-headed friend eased his grip from the hilt of his greatsword, Plutus was taken back. Bayard removed the sword and laid it out on the ground before him.

“[color=lemonchiffon]Cool your jets; we’re unarmed.[/color]” Bayard rose from his kneeling position, standing but a few meters from the unknown pair. He looked back down at Plutus and nodded towards his weapon. The younger mage was skeptical at first, but followed suit in laying down his arms. He jumped up besides Bayard and lifted his arms above his head in a comical fashion.

“[color=skyblue]Parlay![/color]” Plutus shouted. A few birds fled the treetops at the loud outburst, which was then followed by a stifled silence.

“[color=lemonchiffon]That’s pirates you numbskull.[/color]” Bayard rolled his eyes, taking a cautious step forward. There was something about the armor clad mage that irked him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Bayard sighed, swallowing his pride and addressing the pair with his usual, disgruntled tone.

“[color=lemonchiffon]Look, if it’s money you want we ain’t got any. We’re just travelling through the forest. Don’t want no trouble.[/color]” He slowly lowered his arms back down to his side, a gesture Plutus awkwardly copied. In truth, the younger boy found himself fascinated with the pair, more so than wary. What reason would a pair of wizards have for being out in these woods? Maybe they were vagabonds just like he was.