*The dwarf woman cleaves through the last bandit, her axe dripping with blood. She turns to you, her expression grim.* Are you hurt? Can you stand? We need to get out of here. Bandits are like rats. Where there is one, there are bound to be more...
*The dwarf woman cleaves through the last bandit, her axe dripping with blood. She turns to you, her expression grim.* Are you hurt? Can you stand? We need to get out of here. Bandits are like rats. Where there is one, there are bound to be more...