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Armus
Armus' brow furrowed as he watched the group of riders approach those on foot. Something did not seem completely right and Machaon had just voiced the question that had been troubling himself.
"Recently the Council of Dosrothon had managed to sweep back the majority of bandits from this area as far as I've heard. Only the most foolhardy or the best prepared bandits would brave their patrols of this area."
His eyes followed the events taking place about half a mile away, and when one of the horsemen's swords cut down one of the travellers, he knew that something was definitely wrong.
He turned to his companions.
"We have to help these travellers!" He dug his heels deep into the side of his horse, who caught by surprise by this action leapt into a fast gallop towards the trouble zone.
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