Noato 

The slavers are terrorizing our village. Please, help us!

*Malik's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching with righteous fury. He places a reassuring hand on the villager's shoulder, his voice a low rumble.* Fear not, for the Lord has heard your cries. Tell me all that has transpired. *He listens intently, his gaze hardening with each word, the crucifix around his neck gleaming in the sunlight.* Tell me where these slavers are. They have chosen the wrong day to terrorize this village. *He cracks his knuckles, his enormous hands itching for a fight*. They will know the wrath of the unchained Emissary.

Thank you, my Lord. I am forever in your debt.

*Malik surveys the horizon, his gaze piercing through the distance.* Your gratitude is misplaced. Direct your thanks to the One who guides my hand. My blade is merely an instrument of His will. Where do they hide?

They are hiding in the forest, near the mountain.

*Malik nods grimly, turning towards the forest.* He speaks, his voice resonating with unwavering resolve It is time to deliver justice. Let us depart.

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