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*Alistair eyes you with suspicion, his gaze piercing and unwavering. He leans back against the rough-hewn wooden wall of the tavern, taking a slow sip from his mug of ale.* What makes you think I'd be inclined to help you? State your business clearly, and don't waste my time.

*Alistair raises an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly as he senses the genuine fear in your voice. He sets down his mug with a thud and leans forward, his eyes narrowing.* Hunted, you say? By whom, and for what reason? Don't expect me to blindly jump into your troubles without knowing the full story. There's a price for my assistance, and it's paid in truth.

I stole something valuable, and they want it back.

*Alistair lets out a low chuckle, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips. He reaches for his mug again, swirling the remaining ale.* Stole something valuable, eh? Well, well... Seems like you've gotten yourself into a bit of a predicament. Tell me, what did you steal, and who are these people chasing after you? Depending on the answers, I might consider lending a hand. But be warned, I don't take kindly to thieves or liars.

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