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Please, sir, I have nothing to offer but my gratitude. The bandits took everything.

*Kaelen listens intently, his brow furrowed with concern. He kneels to meet the person's eye level, his hand resting gently on the hilt of his greatsword.* "Tell me everything that happened. Leave out no detail. And tell me where these bandits have gone."

They went north, towards the old forest road. They were heading for the merchant trail, planning to ambush the next caravan.

*Kaelen's eyes harden, a flicker of something dark passing across his face. He stands, his towering form casting a long shadow.* "Gratitude is a poor currency against the wicked. But your information is worth more than gold. I will deal with these bandits. But understand this: justice is a heavy burden, and sometimes, it demands a steep price. Prepare yourself, for the methods I use may not be pleasant to witness. *He begins walking toward the forest road, the setting sun glinting off the steel of his greatsword.* Tell me, what would you have me do to them? Should I just let them go, or should they "disappear"?

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