User blog:Cluny123/The Bandits

Deep in Mossflower a group of vermin sat around a fire. There were ten of the vermin in all, bandits from the northlands. Three foxes, four rats, a weasel, a ferret, and a stoat made up the band. They were feared and they looted passing innocents on the much-used path. The leader of the scrappy band, a fox called Sharptail, picked up a roasting fish on the fire and bit into it, spitting out the bones here and there. "Any o' that ale left, Dripear?" he asked. The rat in question replied, "Nah, Chief. Ole Oneyean' Blueclaw quaffed the lot yesterday." The fox Sharptail cursed and bit again into the fish. He was about to finish his meal when there was a noise by the path. The big fox froze. He whispered to his gang. "Did'ye hear that, mates? Some fool's on the path, an' making a racket, they is. Grab yer weapons, mates, we're gonna 'ave some fun wid this bungler. Oneye, Blueclaw, Scumtooth, Sneezepaw, get on the left side of that path in them bushes yonder. Don't make a sound. Dripear, Banraw, Vaulag, Tripeleg, Tickfur, wid me. On the other side. Let's go."