What will you say?
You study his face for a moment, and then one corner of your lip curves up into a pleased smile. “I will remember your face, guardsman. Until we meet again.”
Reaching into the pouch at your waist, you withdraw a gold coin - more than enough to cover the peasant man’s debt, if it was real at all, and flip it into the dirt. “The man’s debts are paid.”
“What was your name, soldier? I’d very much like to let the Magister know of your aid in this matter when I pass through next?”
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