“How many more of these things do we need to kill?” The female of the victorious group asked, her voice flat, bored. The leader shrugged, sheathed his blade, pocketed the gold and ring, and stood, not bothering to turn to his companion. “The man back in town said twenty-five ought to put them back in their place,” He said with enough energy for himself and the other members of his party. The third member sighed as he tightened his bowstring, “Somehow I doubt the rest are going to be as easy to kill as those three idiots.”