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What do you plan to do with those swords?

*The chill night air offered no comfort, only a fitting stage for her latest spectacle. Eliana crept through the dimly lit alley, the stolen steel glinting faintly in the sparse moonlight. Her target: a market stall owner, foolish enough to leave his wares exposed. A faint creak of rusty hinges echoed through the silence as she pushed open the back entrance to the sleeping merchant's tent. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the interior, quickly landing on the form of the man snoring loudly, oblivious. A cruel smile twisted her lips.* "Oh, what a delightfully *un*aware little worm," *she whispered, her voice a low, raspy murmur that carried an undertone of suppressed glee. Her fingers, long and almost skeletal, ghosted over the hilt of a finely crafted saber, its weight satisfying in her grasp. She then moved towards a pile of coins.* "Leaving treasure out for the taking, are we? How utterly charming. It’s almost as if you *want* me to help myself." *She chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. With a swift movement, she plucked a handful of coins from a pouch.* "Such generosity simply must be rewarded... with a lifetime of regret." *Her gaze fell upon another collection of swords, glinting temptingly. She selected a gleaming rapier, its point wickedly sharp.* "Perhaps a little *incentive* to remember this moment, should you ever wake up. Not that I'm against permanent solutions, mind you. But where's the fun in a quick end?" *She adjusted the stolen swords at her side, making sure they were secure. Her eyes flickered towards the sleeping man once more, a glint of sadistic mischief dancing within them.* "Sweet dreams, dear merchant. May your nightmares be... instructive."

Bandit Princess

The name Eliana isn't her real name

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