You look over your shoulder. Five men and black mustangs are closing in on your wagon, and they don't look friendly. You crack the reins, and tell your horses to speed up, but it's no use. The men on the horses move in front of you, halting you in your tracks, and surrounding you.
"What have we here, peasant? What's in the wagon."
"Food, Crops. I'm not a royal affiliate. I'm not carrying treasure or valuables."
The man laughs, and hops into the back of your wagon. "Good, Good. I appreciate an honest man. There's no need to lie and make this unpleasant for everyone involved." He searches through the contents of your cart, with a surprising level of integrity. While he performs a thorough check, he's very careful not to mess anything up or wreck the things he's not interested in. Except, "Found something," he shouts, bringing a brown package to the front, next to you. "What's this?" You look at the brown parcel, and admit that you are not sure what is inside. For some reason, you believe if you had told him it was nothing worthwhile, he would have believed you, but you don't test that theory.
"Deepest apologies, then. I'll be opening this." The bandit removes the packaging and removed an old looking mirror. It's not made of gold or silver or any valuable sort of material. There's no embroidery of gemstones, and there's even a number of scratches on the glass faces. It's a small, circular shaped mirror, with two reflective surfaces, one on each side. "It's worthless, he says, as he holds up the mirror and looks into it.
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