"Ha ha ha!" Laughter filled the area surrounding the campfire.
A frailed joker stood in the middle, spilling out sarcasm to entertain the bandits. Most of them were holding pieces of meat and cups of ale in their hands, eating and drinking while listening to their favorite clown.
The clown was simply a bandit that once stayed in a circus. Life pushed him to become a bandit. And now, he entertained these people to avoid going out there and killing people for living.
"Then he said to me, 'It is too big. It won't fit.' And I said, 'That's what she said'." The joker swirled his hands to further enhance his acts. Laughter continued to echo.
Suddenly, a figure walked out of darkness. He wore a light gray cloak with a dark gray sword in his right hand. The man was so beautiful, there wasn't a word to describe him. He had long white hair that flowed naturally in the winds.
