The bandits were celebrating and dancing up a storm, they planned to get sloppy drunk.
Drinking all night until they passed out was the order of the night because the weather had been so bad all week they didn't expect any form of retaliation.
To Kaoma's dismay these bandits were all goblins, and there was not one handsome one amongst the bunch.
Goblins were all short and squat, none of them had significant height except the one they acknowledged as master only he alone passed her waist.
Their faces were shaped weird, flat with sloping foreheads, since all Kaoma had was time on her hands, she observed their broad noses and pointed ears.
While their interim hobgoblin leader was 'saving' her for the master, the other goblins complained, "humans are a delicacy they should be eaten."
"I agree," hissed another showing off small sharp fangs that he wanted to sink his teeth into Kaoma's flesh but the hobgoblin sensed his intent.