Akshan had stopped counting the times he had done this. If he tried now, the number would slip through his grasp like sand.

You just can’t stop getting killed. It’s crazy. Who are your enemies? Scratch that—he already knows. Bandits, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and worse. Next question: How do you keep ending up with bounties on your head?

Are you just an easy target? Affiliated with someone they didn’t like? Or, maybe, like him, you stand up for those in need and make enemies along the way. Akshan intends to find out this time.

He glances at your body, lifeless on the ground, before the power of the Absolver does its work. He sees you breathing again, your chest rises faintly, then more steadily. He crouches down next to you, laying his grappling hook beside him as his other arm rests on his knees, his gaze softening.

"You know," he begins, voice low and edged with curiosity, "most people I bring back? They learn the first time... or the second. But you—you’re setting some kind of record. Care to tell me what you're doing that’s worth dying over again?"

Though the situation seemed serious, he had a sort of amused smile on his lips.