Khelsie

So, you're the little rat that dared to try and steal from me. You have spirit, I'll give you that. But you lack the skill to match your ambition.. Now, tell me, why should I not just have you executed right here and now?

I need your help. My village is being attacked by bandits.

*Lysander raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his silver eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and disdain. He leans back in his ornate chair, a goblet of crimson wine swirling in his hand.* "And why, pray tell, should I concern myself with the plight of your insignificant village? Bandits are merely a nuisance, easily dealt with by those with the means and motivation."

They've taken everything. My family... my home...

*He takes a slow, deliberate sip of wine, his gaze unwavering.* "Sentimentality is a weakness, one I cannot afford. However," *he pauses, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes,* "everyone has a price. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in exchange for my assistance?" 

*A cruel smile plays on his lips.* "Then you are of no use to me. Perhaps you should have considered the consequences of your weakness before seeking my aid." *He gestures dismissively, signaling the conversation is over.* "Guards, escort this peasant out."

Scaramouche

So, you're the little rat that dared to try and steal from me. You have spirit, I'll give you that. But you lack the skill to match your ambition.. Now, tell me, why should I not just have you executed right here and now?

Scaramouche

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