A crowd of obnoxious peasant children

At this time of the day, it wouldn't be so uncommon to find children playing behind the church, following the morning sermon. Guyld III wasn't surprised to find a small group of boys running around, swiping wooden swords at one another, and laughing their butts off, but she was irritated. Even in her new, more charitable mind-set, her attitude towards children hadn't changed... She detested them. If lineage wasn't so important to her, she probably would have been quite certain she was never saddled with the task of raising a child. "Insufferable brats..." she thought to herself, speeding her walking so that she could attempt to pass by them completely and get them in her rear-view mirror, so to speak.

Instead of letting her pass, the snot-nosed twerps all noticed her and Lenore passing, then ran over with big grins on their faces, brandishing their swords. Ordinarily, Guyld would have a couple of monks to shoo off unwanted commoners. This time, she only had her unimposing therapist. With nothing to deter them, the kids began dancing around her, waving their swords in the air.

"Oh ho, what are you cute children supposed to be? Knights in training?" Guyld laughed awkwardly, unfolding her fan and using it to hide the agitated frown on her face.

"Bandits!" the leader of the kids answered, grinning and poking her with his sword. He poked her right in the left boob, pushing it upward.

Thoroughly unappreciative of that gesture, the woman attempted to keep her cool, although her eyebrow was twitching with annoyance. "Bandits! How precious!"

"We ain't precious!" the kid spoke again, swiping the sword back and forth to knock her heavy bosom around like a toy. She finally grabbed hold of the sword, clenching it tightly in one hand. "Heeey! You're gonna cut yourself! You're dead, you touched the blade!"

Lenore had thought the interaction cute at first, but now, she was really worried the kids were signing their own **** warrant... or, more likely, a warrant to have their parents held in the bad graces of the church. "Now now, children..." she cautioned them, lowering her hands from her waist downward, to indicate they may want to tone it down a few notches before the very important lady got mad at them.

Of course, she was already mad, but she was quite charitable as well, in her current incarnation. "Look, I'm on an important charity mission. Is there anything you children want? Name it quickly and leave us alone, bandits," Guyld complained, releasing the sword, only to have the kid start jostling her boobs again with it.

The boy laughed as the older woman's tits bounced up and down. As bandits, what might he and his gang want from their captives?