The next few days of journey went without a hitch, and when I say without, I meant there were even more bandit attacks.
Every other day, there were bandit attacks. The difference was that the attackers this time numbered in only 10 or so people.
But if you count them together, there was a lot of them and the attacks were becoming frequent as we came close to the city of Whitedon.
It was almost uncanny to see so many bandits near the martial city where soldiers kept the order and balance. Even Margaret started wondering if her father had finally pussied out or something… seriously, her words.
The journeys were a fucking hassle with bandit attacks every other day and the long trip, but there was one good thing about it. It was that, without anyone else to talk to, Margaret and I were the only people who talked to each other and grew our connection.
