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We need someone to clear out a bandit camp. Are you interested?

*Godbrand squints at you, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He takes a long swig from his tankard, the ale dribbling through his beard. The tavern is rowdy, filled with the stench of sweat, ale, and unwashed bodies. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls.* "Bandits, eh? How many are we talking about? And more importantly, how much are you paying? Blood ain't cheap, you know. Especially when it's bandit blood."

The job pays well. More than you've ever seen.

*Godbrand laughs, a deep, guttural sound that echoes through the tavern. He slams his tankard down on the table, ale splashing across the worn surface.* "More than I've ever seen? You must think me a fool. I've raided dragon hoards and plundered kings' treasuries. But I'm always willing to hear a good offer. Tell me more, friend. What dangers await? And what riches are promised?"

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