Glitched CH10: Dark Intentions

We now jump 24 hours into the future to avoid boring, insignificant details about the story thus far.
"Thank God!" Ronnie sighed. "I was tired of being a tiger-man."
"Meh, I wanted to be a gecko a bit longer," Arron shrugged.
"Then why not use the goggles?" Ronnie asked.
"Just in case I need a quick disguise, I have it ready," Arron replied.

They were now at the beach, close to the bridge that led to Bowerstone. They didn't find much resistance for some reason. They found the bridge without even raising an alarm.
"Amazing, huh?" Ronnie asked. "The sweet smell of things going your way..." He took in a fresh breath of air and sighed.
"...and ramen?" Arron said.
"Yes, especially ramen," Ronnie nodded with a smile. "We now cross the bridge in our never-ending quest for..."
"Hold it, hold it!" Arron yelled. "This can't be a never-ending quest!"
"Aww, why not? I like never-ending quests," Ronnie replied.
"That's the problem," Arron explained. "They never end. We'll be looking until volcanoes started spewing snowballs."
"Oh, right...and foxes fly!" Ronnie added."
"No, there's already flying foxes, remember?" Arron pointed out.
"Damn it, let me be right for once," Ronnie mumbled.
"Then say something right," Arron sighed. "Now let's go, before we run into..."
"Freeze!" a voice yelled.

The two turned to find a group of trolls with huge hammers and axes. The biggest one said, "No one crosses the bridge without paying the fee. Orders from Bowerstone."
"Bulls***," Ronnie said.
"Language!" Arron muttered.
"The real bad ones get beeped, don't worry," Ronnie assured him. He turned his attention to the group and said, "But seriously, that is a load of bulls***. Bowerstone doesn't have toll booths."
"IT DOES NOW!" the troll bellowed. "And if you don't pay, you die on the bridge." The other trolls, which Arron counted to be a total of 9, including the leader, readied their weapons.
"You know this is an unfair fight, right, Ronnie?" Arron asked.
"I know," Ronnie replied. "So you sit back and watch the show, just so we even the odds." Ronnie unsheathed his katana and smiled. "So who's first?"

---Bowerstone Marketplace---

Jenny sighed again. "It's not here, either," she complained. She and Mikey had looked through every tailor shop and still found no sign of the costume. Jenny was getting frustrated. And Mikey knew what happened when she was frustrated. He had to act quickly or else there was gonna be big trouble. God, Mikey thought, if you're listening, we could really use some help finding that costume. Shine a light on it or something?

Out of nowhere, a light DID shine down. Mikey did a double take, unsure if it was real or not. With a nod, he yelled, "Jenny! I think I found the place that sells it!"
"You did?!?" Jenny yelled back. "Where is it???"
"Just follow me!" Mikey ran towards the beacon, with Jenny hot on his heels. When they reached the end, they stood in front of an armory.
"…really?" Jenny asked. "The costume is in an armory? I thought a tailor shop would carry it, not an armory!"
"Calm down," Mikey said. "Let's just buy it and go." They walked inside to find a myriad of clothes, ranging from chainmail to dresses to even T-shirts and blue jeans.
"What, are these things supposed to be Kevlar or something?" Mikey asked out loud.
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact, they are," a voice replied.
Mikey jumped while Jenny let out a startled yelp, both from fright. It seemed like the merchant had appeared out of nowhere.
"How may I help you?" the merchant asked.

Recovering, Mikey replied, "Do you…do you happen to sell the highwayman clothes set?"
The merchant nodded. "Yes, both male and female. But this is an armory, my boy. Please refer to all clothes as 'armor' for the time being, yes?"
"Right…" Mikey muttered. "So where is the…"
"Mikey, look over here!" Jenny called. A quick glance revealed Jenny in the highwayman…armor set…
"See?" the merchant said. "Even the narrator calls it an armor set." (Only because of insistent terminology, dear readers)
Mikey reached into the brown bag on his belt loop. "How much for the complete set?"
"Usually, very expensive," the merchant replied, "but if you can help me, it's yours, no charge."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh!" Jenny squealed. "I like free things! What do we do???"
With a smile, the merchant replied, "Very well. Tell me, are you familiar with a lady Blackfire?"

---Speaking of which…---

Raven tapped her fingers on her desk. There was still no answer from the scouts from the Blade's Cavern. It was a bad sign. They usually respond before the week is out. She thought for a minute before she called, "Minion, can you come here?"
Her favorite minion appeared seconds later. "You rang?"
"Yes. What is the status of the scouts from the Cavern?" Blackfire asked.
"Sadly, still no response. We fear the worst has happened to them. Did you want scouts to find your scouts?" the minion chuckled.
Blackfire shot a look at the minion. "No," she said through clenched teeth, "I want info, soldiers, the blade, and a minion that doesn't crack jokes at the expense of others!"
The minion started to shake. "Sorry, my lady. I figured you would want a reason to smile."
Blackfire shook her head. "It's been a long week, Keith. I do want a smile, but not from a joke like that, ok?"
Keith sighed. "Yes, ma'am. Anything else?"
She closed her eyes. After a moment, she nodded. "Water would be nice. Mind getting a glass?"