So I approached this splendid 'Tomcat' guy to teach me some honest sword-fighting.
I mean, he did his best, I guess, by seriously beating me up with them wooden sticks and ruining my costly attire.
Though I didn't learn anything about how to properly wield a sword, I politely expressed my sincere thanks and left to bandage and heal, contemplating how to return the favor.
Well, well, well, Tommy didn't know what I did with those bandits down by the lake, the night before (my comrades were avenged, that's safe to say).
So I returned to the nomad's camp at midnight to demonstrate T.cat a valuable lesson about the supreme power of stealth
Who needs your futile combat skills? Here they go right to hell with you!
And while I was at it, I also took care of this other unsufferable VoiVoi dude. No wonder Marika ran away, having such a cunt father and brother
Still having plenty of time left until dawn, I did the only reasonable thing: silently murdering every single nomad soldier left and discarding the corpses by throwing them down the cliffs or hiding them in the woods.
It was like a ballet, and I spared (almost) all the women and the merchants, of course.