The bandits stared, their eyes flicking between my smiling face and the steaming bowls of stew. As wise men said, suspicion was a stubborn weed, but the raw, primal need for food was a far deeper root. I could easily see the war in their gaunt faces.
Just then, the largest of them, a muscular man with a sunny head and a bunch of scars across his brow, finally broke the silence.
"You..." He scowled, his voice a low growl. "What do you want us to do?"
'Was he their leader?' I pondered and used a status check.
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Name: Olan
Age: 38
Race: Human
Path: Berserker
General Health Status: Malnourished, Minor Injuries, Aura Depletion
Resonance Tier: Peak Tier 3 (Suppressed by Condition)
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'Oho, this is a surprise~' I chuckled and stopped the urge to use Character Insight.
