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Maxwell rolled a 12. One short of the required 13. Now I shall be forever tormented by a treasure I cannot possess.
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[center][u]Later that evening...[/u][/center]

"Ooh, that's good." Eren said as he stirred the stew.

"Indeed." Maxwell agreed. "How much lon-"

One of the horses nickered, its dark ears perking up. Many Colors took flight from Maxwell's shoulder and perched on the hay loft doors. And then...

**Thud Thud Thud**

Maxwell unslung his longbow and nocked an arrow in preparation.

"More bandits?" Eren mouthed.

"...I am not sure." Maxwell said as Many Colors sent an image of who was outside along their telepathic link. "There's three of them. All armed, but their weapons are stowed. One is certainly a man. Another is possibly a woman. I cannot make out the third, but that one seems to be having trouble standing."

"Open up! Please, it's bloody cold out here!" The man's voice called from outside.

"We've encountered bandits today, so forgive us if we're a little cautious about strangers!" Maxwell called back. "Who are you?"