Prologue 
The wind howled around the bandit as the sun sunk behind him. He sat upon a rock waiting on the man who had called him at such a rush, but he couldn’t complain. The man made him a deal he couldn’t refuse and the only way the deal could be carried out was at the precise hour. Of course the bandit had retired a few years earlier, maybe a little rusty but he was still the finest bandit the country had ever seen. The weather was not particularly in his favor, but the bandit saw it was worth it, he needed the money and the buyer was especially willing to pay almost everything. 
The bandit was 90% sure his buyer was late. It…