"When are you leaving?" I quickly asked the bandit.
"What? Why will I tell you that? Are you suddenly interested in becoming a bandit now?" The bandit questioned while peering into my eyes.
"I'm just asking. Do I look like I'll become a bandit?" I responded.
"Wait, what are you saying? That being a bandit is disgusting?"
"What? No... No no no. I never meant that. Listen, being a bandit I think is fun. You get to swindle people at any time you want, you find somewhere with your folks and camp. Being a bandit is really awesome." I said.
"Interesting. Karen, why are you saying all of these?" The bandit asked without taking her inquisitive glare off me.
"I need a favor from you." I just said.
"I knew it. Why would you ever need a favor from a bandit? You were cussing at me just a while ago and preaching to me about being evil."
"I wasn't cussing and I don't think I was preaching either." I said calmly.
