Bab 507: A Nobel Bandit Lord?

"Do you think some people have survived based on the strength of those six, Peter?" Lucius asked. "You guys were part of this large bandit group… may I perchance know of their name?"

Helm looked alarmed, but then realized the importance of answering this.

'They're all dead now, so we could actually make up everything, give a name… but lying about them, right now. Tch. Spending too much with Peter made me too sentimental as well. Besides, Leif here too can fact check.'

"W-we were part of the glorious Ashen Raiders, S-Sir Lucius." Peter said with a touch of pride in his voice. "Our Bandit Lord, Sable, he was someone who accepted everyone willing to join us. As long as they knew what they wanted, from wherever they came from. He was willing to take them in, and that's why we were one of the largest bandit groups."

Helm listened hard and kept a straight face, but even he couldn't help but let emotion seep into him.