Sylph's InnCharlie was exhausted. It had been about two days since he and his partners had split up, and he had been running every time he thought he heard something behind him. Of course, carrying a bag of stolen items over a shoulder didn't make that any easier. Who would've thought that one robbery could cause all of this? The strange thing was that the villagers didn't even seem to be attacking them, just forcing them out into the jungle...breaking them apart...as though they were leaving punishment to something else.Sylph's Inn in Fantasy More Like This
"Haw," he laughed at the thought, "like anythin' in this stupid forest could hurt us. Long as we have our six-shooters, Joe an' the others'll be fine, an' so will I,"
Despite his confidence, though, he needed food. His share of the loot was pretty, all right, but he couldn't very well eat it. They had planned to quickly rob the bakery on their way out for rations, but that idiot Larry had to shoot the guy, and there had only been one small loaf of bread left...
He sighed. How bi