((OOC: Sorry it took so long to make another post. College work has been taking up a lot of time.))
Richter slowly, carefully crept along the perimeter of the bandit camp until he came to a halt behind the cover of an assortment of barrels and large wooden boxes, likely their supply storage, haphazardly grouped together beside an A-frame hut or tent.
Taking a deep breath, the knight peered around the side of one of the barrels and examined the opposition.
Five men and what seemed to be three women - all in leather armor and wielding either axes, spears, daggers, or swords - sat around a fire with a spit built over it, watching a skinned boar that was impaled on the spit slowly turn and cook as the flames below bathed it in heat.
One of the women, whose exposed forearms were lightly tanned, suddenly groaned in what might have been exasperation or impatience, "What the hell is taking those two idiots so long?! It isn't that hard to go to the trap, see who or whatever fucking tripped it, and kill any intruders before moving their asses back here! Should've taken only five minutes max, but nooo! They have to take their sweet fucking time and make me question if they got themselves killed!"
"...Does that mean you're actually worried about someone other than yourself, for once?" the lone swordsman among them asked rhetorically, a hint of amusement in his tone as the woman glowered at him.
"Not a fucking chance. Those morons owe me a damn meal after their little 'target practice' shit almost took my head off a week ago, and I can't cash in on that meal if they're dead!" she spat and pointedly turned her head away from the swordsman.
The man shrugged and let out a simple 'hmm' in response, then leaned slightly away from the heat of the flames in front of him, "Eh, whatever. Not my business, anyways. You have to admit, though, they made a great find when they caught and dragged that rabbit-eared freak back here. She looks like she could fetch quite the sum of gold if we sold her to the right people. Slavers love products that have unique little features that make 'em more valuable."
Richter cautiously advanced forward, taking cover behind a tent closer to the bandits and their fire spit and keeping himself out of sight in favor of continuing to listen in. The mention of slavers made the wandering knight's fingers twitch towards his sword, but he stopped himself before he could even come close to drawing it; it wouldn't do to give himself away so soon, not when there was a captive woman at risk of being hurt or killed in the heat of the battle.
"Sell her? Fuck that! With a body like that, I say we keep her around for ourselves whenever we need to, ya know, 'let off some steam' or somethin' like that," another man spoke up, a disgusting chuckle following shortly afterwards. "Besides, if we end up breaking her, we can just have some extra special rabbit stew for a couple weeks."
"Speaking of our little 'guest', it's about time someone goes to feed her. No use in capturing her and locking her up just to oet her starve to death," the swordsman said plainly.
"Oh! I'll do it! Besides, I think that it's about time for me to pay her back for punching me in the face yesterday," the disgusting man eagerly volunteered as Richter heard the sound of grass rustling as someone stood up and walked away from the fire.
Richter followed the sound of the man's footsteps while sidling against the back of the tent, stopping when the man did and listening in.