I was walking from the tavern, as I'd heard some commotion outside the barracks. Curiously, I saw three people, two armed citizens and... a man in chains, a noble by the looks of it. The two others spotted me and started shouting mock cries for guards, apparantly knowing that the guards weren't there. Being a brave citizen (in my own eyes), I cast my spells at them. After a short, but brutal fight, which involved bandits flying through the air in gouts of flames, the smoke settled. I stood with a flesh wound in my shoulder and the bandits were dead, having suffered far worse...
Even the barracks isn't safe nowadays!
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