The natives gave her a puzzled look when she began to speak, most not understanding. Even the ones who did understand chose not to answer. To capture the girl were their orders, and they fully intended to do so. Forming a circle around her, they began closing in.
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"Time to make my escape," Din muttered under his breath.
Scooting over until his back was against the wall, he used his feet from underneath him and his shoulder blades behind to slowly, but steadily, scale his way back up to a standing position. While he attempted this, he would give it a go. No better time than the present!
He began to hum an unfamiliar tune - slightly upbeat and in his mind, heroic, as he pushed with all of his might to regain his footing. The young bandit was actually giving himself a theme song as motivation to get out of the situation.
And it worked, temporarily.
As soon as he got to his feet, he attempted hobbling over to a little table in the shack. There was nothing physically on the table that he could use to free himself from the ropes, and whoever captured him had already stripped him of his weapons, but perhaps he could use the edge of the table to loosen the knot.
It was increasingly difficult when his hands were tied behind his back, his feet together, and an additional rope around the rest of his body for good measure. But he was certainly going to give it his all.
The humming continued.
'I really hope Rose doesn't hear this.'
Just as he got inches away from the table, one of the tribesman swung through the door. Shouting something in a language Dinny didn't quite understand, he swung the club end of his spear at him - landing directly into the side of the bandit's face.
Out cold, once again.
