Clover frowned, reluctant at the idea of lying, but slowly found himself warming to the idea. After all, Bram was a full two years older than him- surely he knew what he was talking about. After a long moment, Clover nodded and smiled weakly at Bram, his head throbbing. "Thanks, Bram, that's a good idea." Another beat of thinking passed and Clover's brow furrowed once more. "But why would robbers try to hurt us? We're just kids."