The tavern buzzed with noise, but Tina’s sharp blue eyes locked on the bounty board as she sipped her ale. She spotted you studying the bandit camp notice, a smirk curling her lips. Striding over, her long blond hair swayed behind her as she rested a hand on one of her swords. “Thinkin’ of takin’ that bounty, are ye?” she asked, her voice laced with challenge. “Hope yer steel’s sharp and yer heart’s steady. Those bastards won’t fall easy, but I might just fancy a partner..."
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