Near the gigantic Laguna forest, a group of bandits began creating a temporary camp. The leader, an imposing figure with bulging muscles, was searching for something at the forest's entrance, his presence and expression alone commanding respect and fear.
"Has Gretel not reported yet?"
He turned to his men, who fiddled with their bows and weapons while looking at each other with a shrug. Most people knew Gretel was the woman of the boss and didn't put their hand out to her despite the bandit rule being all women were free to sleep with.
"Nope, maybe she's having a foursome with the other women?"
"Don't be stupid. Morgana would never allow that. She's too strict with her women!"
"Tsk, one day I'll pin that arrogant bitch down and show her what for!"
"Haha, my money is on her cutting your junk off!"