Radeon had already tasked the bison to collect grain and fodder from the stores.
When he whistled, it lumbered closer, wings folded, breath steaming faint in the night.
The people parted for it without thinking, part fear and part instinct.
No one stood in the path of something that could fly.
Radeon watched the bandits as they watched him.
Their blades were up, but the angles were wrong. Not aimed to kill. Held like men waiting for someone else.
They were pondering what to do next, and he could see the thought creeping through the crowd like smoke.
If coming with him were an option, any of these men would jump at the first opportunity.
What's more, they did not even know each leader kept a private stash.
That ignorance gnawed at them now, breaking what little morale remained.
A bandit's loyalty did not survive the discovery that the boss had been stealing from his own thieves.
Radeon took advantage of the crack.
