Chapter 153: A Crab Walks Into a Bandit Bar
Short bandits, tall bandits, skinny bandits, chubby bandits. Bandits of all types and shapes. Some were bald, some had long beards. Most were wearing leather, a few chose steel armor. Everywhere the crab looked, there was another bandit to add to the count.
The room was awkwardly silent as the goons all stared at the intruders, seemingly in disbelief that someone had just walked in there like that.
Long tables and benches filled most of the hall, which appeared to have been turned into a clandestine tavern. At the back was an old wooden counter with several kegs next to it, and a mustached man in a white shirt and suspenders behind them, halfway through wiping a tankard with his rag.
“Uh… hiii?” Balthazar said with a pained expression. “We’re, uh… with the…”
“I swear,” Olivia whispered while leaning closer to the crab, “if you say Bandit Rights Association, I’ll join these guys when they start kicking your shell.”
One of the lowlifes sitting closer to a window stood up, opened the shutter, and poked his head out.
“Hey, Grog is out there on the ground!” he yelled. “They beat him up!”
The quiet room suddenly burst into yelling, shouting, and other loud noises as chairs and tables dragged against the floor, the bandits all standing up and grabbing their weapons.
“They look mad,” the Marquessa girl said with a wince.