The scarred bandit followed closely behind Dodoro, trembling a little.
They didn't walk for very long yet. But to him, it was like walking on hot iron.
He already thought about all possible fates he might meet later, all of which didn't end in happiness. All the scenarios suggested that he would die under a wizard's rage and become a common corpse hidden within the wilderness.
It was only several minutes, and he had thought of many different ways of dying.
He got such strong imagination that he suddenly lost it and began to cry on the spot before Angor could think of the right questions to ask.
Confused, Angor spent some effort to learn what the bandit was thinking about.
He felt it funny that this thug would act like a coward, but he decided to play along since the bandit's fear would make his job easier.
"I can spare your life, on the condition that you complete my orders… Or else-"