As the chief's voice trails off, one of the bandits, a burly figure with a scarred face, steps forward. He's holding a heavy, fur-lined cape, its deep, rich color standing out against the flickering light of the campfire.
"Here, chief," he says, handing the cape over. The chief takes it, then walks over to you. With a nod, he wraps the cape around your shoulders, the warm fur immediately warding off the biting cold.
"There," the chief says, stepping back. "That's better. Now, let's get you something to eat and then we'll discuss your proposal. We have a lot to consider."
As you sit by the fire, now donned in a heavy cape, you watch as the bandits continue their tasks, their movements efficient and focused. You can't help but think how these bandits, these outcasts, could be the key to saving the Three Nations. And in that moment, you feel a renewed sense of determination.
"I will do whatever it takes," you vow silently, the firelight reflecting in your eyes. "Whatever it takes to protect my people."