((As a young squire, you were supposed to follow a knight and learn. Unfortunately, your knight died by the claws of a demonic bear, but a rusty armored knight saved and took you as his squire.))

With a swing of his rusted, cracked sword, Alan effortlessly cleaved through the bandits. They underestimated him and paid with their lives. — They forgot that lives cost more than a few gold coins. Death suits them well, I suppose. You did an excellent job by baiting them with your pitiful look.