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Found this merchant lying on the ground,
All his merchandise was scattered,
The man said bandits attacked him, and stole his best items,
Than he asked me if i could help him getting back to his camp,
I wasnt inclined to help but kindness took the best of me,
Or was i more interested in a reward (?)
The whole thing sounded suspicious to me, and i was right!
As i got closer to the camp i could see some of them hidding behind trees, ready for an ambush!
Yet it didnt stopped me from moving forward! I knew the power within me!
I felt the adrenaline rushing throught my body, i wanted this! i wanted to battle!
To feel death approaching and going away as i got out victorious!

Yet all this thoughts were just an excuse to hide my fear...