While Jasmine, Durden, and my father appeared unscathed, Helen wore a pallid expression, her complexion drained of color, undoubtedly due to the arrow lodged in her right calf. Amidst the bandits, a bald man adorned with numerous disfiguring scars and possessing a hulking build that resembled a bear brandished a colossal battle-axe. With a malicious grin, he addressed us, his voice laced with cruelty. "Well, well, look at what we've stumbled upon. A fine catch, boys. Spare the girls and the kids, but make sure they don't come out unscathed. Damaged goods fetch a lower price," he sneered, his smirk revealing a mouth nearly devoid of teeth.
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