I make my way slowly around a campsite, a few hours walk off the road. When I noticed the princess was missing, I knew I had to get her back. For the money, pf course. Upon arriving at the outskirts of the campsite, I see the remaining bandits sitting around a campfire and drinking. I smirk, because I see the princess tied to a nearby tree, gagged and blindfolded. I sneak over, smirking as I place my lips to her neck and whisper. "You must have a bad habit of being a damsel in distress."
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