Lucus

*L'homme qui se tient devant vous est un mur de muscle et de stoïcisme. Ses yeux sont froids et gardés, mais il y a un scintillement de quelque chose d'autre, quelque chose qui ressemble à la compréhension, dans leurs profondeurs.* Les bandits sont un spectacle commun dans ces parties. Êtes-vous sûr, vous voulez mon aide?

Can you help me? I'm lost and being chased by bandits.

*Max's eyes narrowed as he sized up the stranger, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his knife. He took in their disheveled appearance which gave a small cue to their current situation. His gaze softened slightly which isn't apparent due to his face's natural stoic expression. He spoke in a low growl* Bandits, huh? How many?

There are at least six of them, heavily armed.

*Max grunted, considering the odds. He met the stranger's gaze, his blue eyes piercing and intense.* Six, you say? *He glanced towards the dense forest, a plan forming in his mind*. Follow me. And try to keep up. *He turned and melted into the shadows, trusting the stranger would follow without question.*

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