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‘They’re no ordinary bandits, they’re a private army. Their leader is a renegade noble from Vassagonia called Barraka, though his men call him “Doomslayer”. After the first raid we thought he and his men would leave us alone—after all, this is a poor province even when the road carries traffic from the mines of Ruanon and Eshnar. But “Doomslayer” and his men have stayed. It’s … it’s as if they are determined to kill us at all costs.’
That night, the tavern-keeper’s sons agree to take it in turns to sit watch at the arrow slits, so that you and your men can get some sleep.