Another day of clear skies and gentle winds, Bandit A and Bandit B set out from their lair to patrol the mountains and hunt.
They wore straw hats and cloaks made of bark and pine. In the dense brush, they glided silently across the ground, making no sound as they moved. Even their breathing ebbed and flowed with the wind, at times sharp, at times silent. To the ear, it sounded like the breeze brushing over the grass canopy.
This technique was called "Stealth March," a superior form of lightfoot skill taught to them by their chief, a secret passed down by nocturnal sentinels of the imperial guard.
No choice—the Central Plains are too competitive. If you don't have these basic skills, trying to survive in the underworld as bandits would get you killed by some bored, chivalrous young heir out there hacking evildoers to death!
