A Foolish Murderer

nce again I was wandering in the northern area of Britannia to visit the Shrine of Justice, when suddenly a person with an obviously bad reputation crossed my way. I decided to simply ignore him, but he blocked my way. Aggressively he lifted his war axe and threatened me. I told him that I was a pilgrim and looting me would not be worthwhile. I told him nothing about the good armor I was wearing beneath my robe. This criminal, however, considered me easy prey as I seemed to wear neither armor nor weapon.

This highwayman with the name of Deadly Son decided to attack me despite of my second warning. For the first time, I really felt confident that I would win a battle. I quickly equipped my sword and delivered about 7 or 8 blows. His dead body dropped to the ground. I obviously had come across an inexperienced wannabe murderer. Usually, bad people would outclass any decent fighter by far. Not in this case.

I couldn't help laughing, as for the first time I was the one looting an enemy's corpse. The Deadly Son had become the Dead Son. I took everything he was carrying. The next poor fellow in town was very happy to receive a set of ringmail armor, an orc helm, a war axe and some other items as a gift.

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