Kaliv shook his head, "They're gruffed up types, masks. They're bandits." He stated plainly. Walking towards them, he smiled and waved - a charismatic smile creeping it's way across his face. " 'Ello, Lads!" He exclaimed, a sly smirk on his face.
One of the bandits frowned, "There's a toll to come across here." He stated, folding his arms infront of the prince.
"Really now?" The Prince said in mock-suprise. "I never heard of that - now why would a king institute a toll on such a small, out of the way road, hmm?" He chuckled lowly.
"He doesn't." The bandit growled, before swiping out with a bludgeon, which Kaliv easily ducked.
"Now now, there's no need to be voilent!" Kaliv explained, "It's not very polite, is it?"
"Cocky little shit!" The bandit roared with anger, he swung out again - Kaliv jumped back, dodging it.
"Is the whole 'Bandit' thing just compensating for somthing down there?" He inquired, which earnt him another swipe from the bandit. Kaliv ducked, he looked back to the group, and grinned.
"Yep, definateley bandits." He stated, side-stepping an arrow that one of them fired. He drew out his silver rapier, with a brilliant flash - the bludgeon carrying bandit was sent sprawling to the floor, choking on his own blood. "Let's have at them."
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