As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the estate, Javier and Liana returned to the pekko pen after their escapades in the village. The two pekkos squawked cheerfully, their glossy feathers glinting in the fading light.
Javier hopped off his pekko with an exaggerated stretch. "Ah, what a day of heroic—err, villainous deeds! Those skewers never stood a chance against the Bandit King!"
Liana slid down gracefully from her own pekko, patting its neck gently. "I'm not sure if we should be calling stealing skewers and overpaying for them 'villainous deeds,' young master."
Javier grinned, waving off her comment. "Details, details. A good bandit always makes sure his victims are happy... and well-fed."
Liana sighed but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. She walked over to the feed station, grabbing a bucket of grains. Carefully, she measured out the portions and poured them into the troughs for the pekkos, who eagerly began gobbling up the food.
