“I’m only gonna say this once: Your money or your life.”

The travelers cowered in front of their wagon, fear in their eyes. Before them stood a towering man, sword in hand. Adorned upon his head was a bear’s pelt, crudely manufactured into a terrible visage, designed to intimidate would be victims. The man raised his blade, the edge glinting in the hot son, and pointed it at the closest traveler. “I am Jett, Contender of the Road, and I will have my toll.”

To his side was his trusty companion, a brown lynx by the name of Karl. The beast hissed, bearing its fangs in time with its master’s words, punctuating each one with a sharp tooth. The heavily armored brigand took a step closer, and the people flinched. A cruel smile graced his rugged face. “Gold. Jewelry. Anything valuable. Now.”

He didn’t even have to raise his voice. Small sacks of coins, rings and necklaces, anything that might buy their life was placed upon the ground. Jett didn’t have to say a single word. He merely scratched his beard and watched with amusement. The people hurried. Jett waited. Soon enough the pile had grown to the point that the bandit was satisfied. Not to mention… it seemed they had little else to give. “Now begone. Before I change my mind.” His tone was calm and clear, but deadly serious. The group hurried back into their wagon and within moments they were racing off, trying to put distance between themselves and the villainous character.

Kneeling to observe his rightfully secured loot, Jett put one hand on his companion’s head. “Another honest day’s work, ‘eh Karl?”

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