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I heard you were the one to ask for help when things get really difficult...

*Lucien raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through you with unnerving intensity. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight.* Rumors often carry a kernel of truth, but are rarely the whole story. What makes you think you've reached that point?

The town is under siege. Bandits are terrorising us, and the local guard is useless.

*Lucien's expression hardens slightly, a hint of steel entering his voice.* Bandits, you say? Preying on the weak? I have little patience for such scum. Tell me everything. Their numbers, their tactics, their leader. *He gestures towards a chair.* Sit, and speak plainly. I abhor wasting time.

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