et in the end all the poor criminal's efforts are in vain. His hopes for proper loot vanish as his larger friend proceeds with his promise and orders the party back into the thick forest.
"No discussions. I said we make a deal and I never back off from promises.", he confirms.
"And so we go away hungry and poor again.", the unhappy fellow goes on to mutter while the group vanishes behind a large oak tree. "We should really talk about our strategy as robbers and thieves, you know? But I suppose you're having one of those charitable days again. I see, I see."
The last thing you hear from the leader is him closing the discussion with an impatient reply: "Keep walking, you two. I'm not getting weak, it is our goddess Chassindra speaking through me. The souls of the dead are sacred and they shall not be disturbed in their holy rest."