Bab 112: Consequence

The hideout was tucked deep in the jagged mountains, surrounded by towering cliffs and dense forests that kept it well hidden from any prying eyes. Inside, however, the atmosphere was anything but harsh.

The room was filled with the warmth of crackling fires, the scent of spiced wine, and the soft laughter of women. Luxurious tapestries adorned the stone walls, and a large table was covered in half-empty bottles, scattered food, and discarded clothes.

In the center of it all sat the leader of the bandits, though his name was not spoken immediately. He lounged in a plush chair, his broad shoulders relaxed, a gleaming goblet in one hand, and a woman draped across his lap. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his eyes gleamed with self-indulgence as he kissed her, his free hand playing with her hair as he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.