Deciding that the chaos had to end, you offered yourself to search for the Red King’s missing crown. The sovereign kept trying to describe who had stole it, on how he was sure it had been a member of those damned villainous bandits that live somewhere deep in the woods that surrounded the kingdom. With your weapon in hand, you started the journey, refusing even an horse. You knew precisely who to look for.

After a long and silent walk in the woods, you come across it: the bandits’ village. The houses are made of wood and look old-style in general. Walking in, two “guards” escort you to the big one herself - Boss Bandit. Upon seeing you, a slow smirk spread on her covered lips, her eyes narrowing challengingly as she got up from her throne.

”What do I owe this visit to? Drop your weapons, please.”

Although calm and collected, you can tell she’s not messing around, her tone not leaving much room to argue. The Red King’s crown was exposed neatly near her makeshift throne.