Bliss, his fingers tracing the supple leather of his newly acquired attire, savored the sensation of civilization returning to his form. Shedding the remnants of his dragon-skin garb, he embraced the comfort of the leather against his skin, relishing the semblance of normalcy it afforded him.
"What a pleasure it is to finally wear actual clothes again." Bliss let out a sigh of relief feeling like a civilized person once again.
The three bandits laid bound behind him, their tattered garments serving as meager coverings for their bruised and battered forms. With a sense of grim satisfaction, Bliss surveyed his handiwork, his lips curling into a wry smile as he contemplated his next move.
"South, you said?" Bliss's voice cut through the silence, his gaze fixed upon the horizon as he sought confirmation of his intended path. The trio of bandits, their spirits broken and bodies bruised, offered naught but silent nods in response, their heads bowed in submission.
