You shake you head back on forth. This man gives you a bad vibe and you don't want to know what he wants with the troll that let you just walk away.

"Damn," the man mutters. "I was sure he came this way." His shoulders drop and he pats himself around his waist as if looking for something. "Oh well, If my suspisions are correct you're worth a few hundred gold."

You never saw him draw the knife that is now embedded in stomach. You yell out from the pain and he cringes. "Bad aim," he mumbles and another knife joins it. This one was thrown much better and goes through your ribs to your heart. Death comes pretty quickly but it hurts every moment until it arrives.

You don't look as innocent as you think.