“Bandits,” snarled Kaitha. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said the first man. “What’s with the hostility and the labeling?” “Don’t be so eager to jump to conclusions,” said the second. “Why, for all you know, I could be a druid concerned for the well-being of these precious, pretty trees that some uncouth cur has taken an axe to.” “And I could be a concerned citizen going to check on the well-being of those poor, unfortunate travelers.”
