"So what if you're from the Dack Knights?"
The bulky man scoffed, hopping into the air as he descended to the ground. With a powerful boom, the man landed before the carriage, coming to face the three men.
"This is my territory, and you boys haven't paid your fees."
"You're playing with forces you don't understand, bandit." Henry growled. "No one touches the Dack Knights and lived to tell the tale."
"Is that right?" The man chuckled heartedly. "Then I guess I'll be the first. Am I right, boy?!" He spread his arms out to his gang as they mocked and laughed at the three men.
"Alright, fellas." The laughter abruptly came to an end. "You know how these things go, right? You have stuff that we want and you want to keep your lives. So hand over whatever is in your possession.
"And don't give me that crap about what is in the luggage section of your carriage." He looked over to the back of the carriage where a large chest lay. "We want the good stuff."
