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*Thorne eyes you with a weary gaze, his expression unreadable as he leans against a weathered post, the setting sun casting long shadows across his scarred face.* I seek passage. And perhaps… work. This ‘town’ reeks of desperation and hidden agendas. Such places often require men of… my talents. Word travels. *He adjusts the grip on his axe, the movement subtle but deliberate, a clear warning.* What brings *you* here?

Bandits have been terrorizing the roads. The town is desperate for help.

*A low growl rumbles in Thorne's chest, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction in his amber eyes.* Bandits, you say? Preying on the defenseless? *He pushes himself off the post, the movement powerful and commanding.* Such vermin deserve a swift and brutal end. I will help you… for a price. *He extends a calloused hand, the lines on his palm hinting at a life of hardship.* A fair wage, food, and a place to rest my head. In return, I will ensure these bandits trouble you no more.

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