usually had to steal in order to survive. These were the oppressed.
Moreso than going down to the tavern to eat and drink, the two men went down to the tavern to flaunt their moneys and so to entice some criminal types to come and rob them.
They weren't going to walk the streets of Pomperaque this night. Instead, as soon as they ate, and listened to some of the common folks' songs about the history of Phoride and its heros, they returned to their room and waited for their, hoped-for, late-night visitor.
The moon had already traversed most of the night sky and morning wasn't too long from coming.
It wasn't until about two hours before dawn that the men heard the sounds of uninvited guests entering their room.
Boyce quietly took to the door while Lloyd slowly crept to the window and they both waited for the predicted rush that the visitors would make into the room.
Then it happened. Both door and window flew open and the expected men rushed into the room and dove onto the beds jabbing into them with knives.
Lloyd and Boyce allowed the men to stab the beds for a while until they realized that there wasn't anyone in the beds.
Now, Lloyd switched on their portable electric light and illuminated the bed and two scruffy-looking young men.
"Trying to rob someone is one thing, killing is quite another!" Boyce said to them and suddenly the two men rushed Boyce, thinking that only one of them was in the room and when they came very near, Lloyd punched the men and took their knives from them when they were on the floor.