The interrogation!

The air was arid and they smelled of blood. The dust kicked up from the skirmish has died down and the sounds of the horses were the only things that could be heard in the distance.

Knights were in a serious job of tying the bandits who offered no resistance to their captures at all.

Their hands were bound with long ropes and are connected to one another. If they were to run away, it would be impossible.

But none of them did.

They were already defeated.

There was no hope of winning against the young lord.

"I never thought we would capture them this easily," said Sir Allister.

"Yes, I guess luck is on our side," said Luther.

Sir Allister looked around at the surroundings. In the middle of the plains, where nothing can be seen except for the lone tent.

"Do you think he is alright?" Sir Allister asked.