[ The bandit shifts her weight from one foot to the other. There is a thoughtful expression on her face as she considers the question, and then she shrugs.
She'll throw him this bone. It's not as if he's run her through just yet. ]
What does anyone want with an artifact like that? Power, of course. Power belongs in the hands of those who will use it, rather than in the hands of weak-hearted cowards who would form a truce with our enemies!
[ The words seem to leave a sour taste in her mouth; expression shifts into a grimace. ]
Your turn to talk. What drew you to this particular job? Why haven't you tried to claim this sort of power for yourself?
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She'll throw him this bone. It's not as if he's run her through just yet. ]
What does anyone want with an artifact like that? Power, of course. Power belongs in the hands of those who will use it, rather than in the hands of weak-hearted cowards who would form a truce with our enemies!
[ The words seem to leave a sour taste in her mouth; expression shifts into a grimace. ]
Your turn to talk. What drew you to this particular job? Why haven't you tried to claim this sort of power for yourself?