Demoted (Bonus)
Eventually, he reached the leader's tent.
The leader's tent was larger than the others, adorned with mismatched banners.
Inside, the air was thick with smoke from a smoldering fire pit.
The bandit leader sat on a makeshift throne, a broad-shouldered man with sharp, calculating eyes and a deep scar running across his jaw.
He was dressed in weathered armor, a sword resting lazily at his side.
"You've got guts walking in here," the leader said, his voice gravelly but calm.
"Name's Gareth. And you are?"
"Seth," he replied, stepping forward but keeping a respectful distance.
The only person who had asked for his name since he arrived here.
Gareth leaned back, studying him.
"So, Seth, what brings you to my humble camp? Got something to offer me, or are you just here to waste my time?"