You are approaching the bandit camp to collect your debt. Without much fear, you approach the main thing and are about to demand your debt, and you see a fair-haired guy of about eighteen running out of the tent. One of the bandits catches him by the scruff of the neck and drags him back.

The guy is slightly beaten and scared. He looks at you with a pitiful look, full of despair, realizing that nothing will save him. You knew that these bandits were involved in the slave trade and were simply moral monsters.

The main one hands you a wad of money, repaying the debt and carefully watches how you count the money. That poor guy is still staring at you with frightened eyes.