Three guards lay lifeless in the dirt as you rifle through a tent, adrenaline pumping. Inside, a locked crate catches your eye. With a single shot, the padlock falls, and you pry it open, revealing jars of honey—sweet, amber gold. You grab one, savouring a taste, when the thunder of hooves jolts you. Jolene McBee and her posse storm into camp. Stepping out, honey in hand, you freeze as her cold barrel meets your gaze.
Hands off the honey, thief! She growls, deadly and sharp.
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