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>...Stay your blade. The threat is eliminated. You shouldn't leave your master waiting.
You raise your sword high, staring down impassively at the fading form of the child before you. Her breath catches, an inborn fear of death forcing her to blink on reflex.
On instinct, you suck in a needless breath, letting out a grunt of effort as you swing your blade to the side. Blood wicks off its metal, sliding through the channels and into the dirt.
There's nothing more that needs to be done.
By the time you sheathe your sword, the girl has already disappeared, leaving behind nothing more than her crossbow and half a dozen hand-crafted bolts, some of them speckled with red. Moving swiftly, you gather your spoils up from the ground; though the shots themselves are of questionable make, the crossbow itself seems to be of reasonably good quality–surprisingly so, actually.
>100 EXP gained. No level multiplier.
>+6 Iron Crossbow Bolts (Poor). -2 to all attack rolls made using this ammunition.
>+1 Quality Crossbow. +7 to all attack rolls. Medium-long ranged attacks possible. Requires little training to use effectively.
At the very least, it's something for your master to use or sell as she sees fit; you'll keep them strapped to your belt until you find an opportunity to hand them over.
The faint sound of leaves crunching underfoot catches your attention. Snapping your head up, you stare in the direction it came from, ears pricked and eyes peeled for a potential interloper–only to see your master slowly picking her way through the trees, wobbling slightly as she walks downslope.
With the considerable length of your stride, you quickly reach her side, steadying your master before she can fall.
She glances up at you, a shadow of a smile on her face.
"You won, then."
