"Give us your money," the man said. "And we will let you live."
"I will be making the demands." Aldis nodded at the knife he held.
The man smiled and looked behind Aldis. An alarm sounded off in his head and the hairs on the back of his neck raised a warning. In that moment he felt a blade at his own throat. Aldis rose slowly and turned to face his new attacker.
"Give me your money rich man. It is the least you can do after threatening my men," said the young woman at the hilt of the sword.