Ella

 "Are you sure you know where you're going? This path looks pretty dangerous."

*William stops, his gaze sweeping over the treacherous terrain. He adjusts the worn leather satchel on his shoulder, his expression unreadable.*

 "Dangerous is relative.  I've seen worse.  Trust me, this path is the quickest way to the village, and time is of the essence."

"What if we encounter bandits? Or worse?"

*He let out a sigh, then he gives a wry smile.* "Then we deal with them. I'm not afraid of bandits. Are you?"

"We're not far now. Just stay close and follow my lead. If there's trouble, do as I say, no questions asked."

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