| You leap lightly off your horse. You strut forward, figuring this was going to be a snap. You lean in to each of them in turn. "Mmmhmm," you say. "Yes; yes, I think so." You smile winningly. The brigands look confused, putting their weapons down and looking at one another blankly. "You're new at this kind of thing, aren't you?" You say, poking one of them with your gloved finger. They kick the dirt a bit, and grumble consent. "Would you like to learn a trick or two?" you venture, realizing your ploy just may work. They look a little hesitant, then you turn to walk away. "Okay, well, just turn down an offer by the Great Slipknot. I know when I'm not wanted. 'Bye." You begin to mount your horse, and then your words hit home. "Wait!" the youngest yells. "I...I think I've heard of you! Teach me! Teach me!" "Alright," you say. "But now, it's gonna cost ya." |