Mallory put the coins in her satchel, cautiously picking up the trousers. “Doesn’t anyone believe in washing clothes?”
Ryan chuckled, taking them from her. “Maybe clean bandits don’t look as ferocious.” He took out a calico bag from one of the panniers and slipped them inside, hanging them from the outside of a pannier. “We’ll wash them later. It’ll be good to have a spare pair.” He looked to the wagoner as he joined the rest of his companions who were seated on the chests, other than Danae who rode Augusta. “We can go now.”
Brodie frowned. “They don’t fit.”
“Let me try.” Callum took the boots from Brodie.
Before she checked the stats after their fight, Mallory looked at everyone’s health. “Ryan! Drink a health potion.” She took one out of her satchel. “You’re down to eleven health po
