text: You decide not to bother the wandering trader, instead taking a seat at a table by your lonesome. Eventually, the trader gets up and leaves, heading back to his room for the night. You never see him again. After a few more drinks, you stumble out of the dining hall and up the stairs to your room. There, you throw your sword and knapsack to the floor, before passing out on your bed.
  
  
  In the morning, you awake to a woman's scream. Groggily, you get up, heading to the door so you can see what the hell is going on - grabbing your sword along the way, of course. When you head down the stairs, you see a pair of thugs roughing up the owner, Isaiah. His daughter Eliza watches on, tears streaming from her eyes, as a third thug holds her back. The two harassing Isaiah stick a lit cigar into his face. This time, it's Isaiah who screams.
  
  
  The thugs laugh at him, sadistic grins on their faces. Your stomach turns. This is disgusting.
  
  
  Then, one of the thugs turns his head and looks at you. He whistles, the other two looking at you soon after. One with a strange piercing in his nose lets out a laugh. "Oi, you! Quit yer starin' and get outta here, chump." Perhaps you should do something about this, or not. After all, this doesn't involve you.
  > You you'll just leave. Doesn't involve you.
  You raise your hands, shake your head. "Do what you will. I'm leaving." With those words, you make your way to the door. Eliza shoots a horrified look at you, Isaiah stares at you with pure hatred in his eyes. They must think you're an awful person. You're not; you're just doing what you have to in order to survive.
  
  
  You exit the inn, leaving the bandits with Isaiah and Eliza. As you leave, you hear another scream, from Isaiah again. Can't be helped. Much as you want to go back in, sword in hand, you don't want to cause more trouble to the town by killing those bandits. All in all, you're doing this for the right reasons... Mostly.
  
  
  You walk down the road, never returning to the village again.
  
  
  THE END