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Quick Question, provided you intended to say 30 yards, that would mean one bandit is 90 feet away. How close are the other two?
Duck-Billed O'Malley


At Jack's request, O'Malley made his way towards the gift shop. While the animatronic was confident in his ability to make his was around without a Wonderland Passport, and that it would likely be quicker and easier to do so, that would likely upset Jack. The thought was more than enough of a reason to get the Passport. But it wasn't the only reason. O'Malley was having trouble recalling what he knew about the Park's mascots, so any information the Gift Shop had on them would hopefully jog his memor-

"Wait...why was Dandruffella in a cage?" Joseph's voice came though O'Malley's line of communication to his friends on the outside. "Who were those guys?"

"Ah, I'm guessin' that camera you attached to me's been showin' you what I see whenever I patch into the Park's security systems, eh?" O'Malley said. "I'm not sure who those guys were just yet, but anyone who locks pixies and children in cages are generally not the nicest in my experience."
Dimple Brightmite


"HEY!" Dimple exclaimed in annoyance as one of the flies took a chunk out of his gambeson. "Eat the auroch! Not me, gods damn it! Go on! Get out of here! Shoo! Shoo I say!" With that said, Dimple swatted the fly away with his free hand and became a little more alert for any signs of danger.

Maxwell drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to the string of his longbow as he sent an image of Many Colors perched on his shoulder back along his telepathic connection to the psybird. "I imagine three less bandits on the road would be a net positive for everyone." Maxwell said as Many Colors landed on his shoulder. "...Well, maybe not for the bandits. But they should have thought of that before they became bandits." With that said, Maxwell alighted from the wagon and, to Eren's eyes, vanished from sight entirely. Though there was very little in the way of cover between the wagon and the bandits, Maxwell's training and expertise in the ways of stealth meant that such problems were barely an inconvenience for him. Especially when his skills were paired with the helpful psychic talents that Many Colors possessed.

"Stop the wagon." Maxwell quietly insisted to Eren as the image came through. "Ambush up ahead. Three men with crossbows. If they haven't seen us yet, I should be able to take them by surprise."

Always happy to help.
"I have family scattered about here and there. Although there aren't as many of us as there were before." Maxwell Vanovar - or Joseph Mouzone as he had introduced himself to Eren - said in response to the merchant's words, fingers drumming along the longbow that rested across his lap as he spoke. "I might add to its numbers myself one day, but that day has yet to arrive. As for why I have made the journey to Drakkenheim..."

Maxwell paused a moment then, reached down to the backpack sitting at his feet, pulled a mask from its confines, and began to glare at it vengefully. "I'm on the trail of a pagan assassin. Brother Terminus they call him." Maxwell said. "A few years ago, he killed my twin brother and took his rapier and longbow as trophies. And to heap insult upon injury, he also stole one of the psybird eggs we were tending to, hatched it, and raised it as his own."

Maxwell cast his gaze skyward, looking up at Many Colors flying overhead and watching for trouble. After a moment, he looked back at Eren and showed him the mask. "Should you ever encounter a human with deathly pale skin and blood red eyes, or a hooded figure with a mask like this one, be wary of him." Maxwell said. "Especially if he has weapons and a psybird companion similar to mine."

The story Maxwell had just spun to explain why he was bound for Drakkenheim was mostly a lie to conceal his true intentions and to place a degree of separation between himself and his grim dealings. Maxwell never had a twin brother, and Brother Terminus was actually just the alias he took up whenever he donned his vestments and went about business that the law wouldn't approve of.

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