WIN) The first thief charges you, pulling you out of the cart. The onager brays frantically. You pull out your bronze dagger and
point it toward the first thief. He runs off into the desert night yelping. The second thief swings his club at your father, but your father blocks his blow with his staff. Your father then wrestles the bandit to the ground. As the third thief rushes to aid his grappling comrade, you grab his ankle, tripping him to the ground. He groans in agony, but manages to bring the club down squarely on your fingertips! "Aaahhh!” you yell. The second thief runs into the night with your father following close behind. The third thief turns to face you. Bravely, you pull out your the bronze dagger. He lunges at you, but you jump out of the way just in time.
The third thief runs away into the cold darkness of the desert. Suddenly, it is quiet, too quiet. You call out for your father, but don't hear a sound.