Helen
*Elaith had received a notice from his mercenary force that there were bandits posted somewhere out in the Lymian wilderness. Presently, their crimes were petty: An instance of public disturbance, thievery, and multiple cases of highway robbery. The note relayed to Elaith told him of a certain patch they wore amongst themselves which distinguished members from ordinary folk; a small sketch was illustrated on the front which displayed it. It was something like a cross, yet with the lateral line elongated more than the vertical one. The two lines intersected at the center of the cross, which what seemed to be a gemstone placed neatly in the center of it. There were no colored indications on what the gemstone color was, but speculation was free to fill in that gap.*

*The titan would arive somewhere along the outskirts of a town in Lymia, where it was said that the bandits' last robbery was set. From first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, you would be able to notice a trail of smoke coming from somewhere north.*

You are the blue dot

Ping me when you reply
David
*Elaith sighed as his feet sunk into the dirt road beneath him. It had been a long time since his contact with his former employers, and he was pretty sure the one who roped him back into all of it was his boss' son, all grown up now. A shame they couldn't escape the life. Elaith made sure to keep a wary eye out- as all his race did- just in case. He wasn't exactly subtle with his appearance, so he's had to have been extra careful in the past. One to many close calls with a bolt close to the neck. 

Gripping the bands that kept his massive, golden shield in place to tighten them, he trudged forwards, suddenly alerted by the smoke to the north. Where there was smoke, there was fire. Picking up the pace, he began his trek in earnest towards the signs of trouble. Or the middle of a bandit camp- who knew?*
Helen
*Elaith, quickening his pace, hurried towards the scene of the fire. Branches of trees would shift out of his way as he journeyed towards the source, thunderous footsteps cushioned by the grass and undergrowth of the forest. It wasn't long before he found the source: a small camp centered around a single fire, with what remained of some meet hung in a spit over it. Behind the camp was a rather sizable tree, which overlooked a ragged tent pitched to the side of it. There was a man slouched against the tree, his facial features covered by a particularly odd hat. From what you could see, there were no injuries on the man's person; why, he seemed to just have been enjoying a nap after a meal!*

*Just as you arrived, however, he began to stir. It seemed as if your presence awakened him. Groggily, he sat up from where he was from the tree, rubbing his eyes with his hands. When he looked your direction, you could tell they were a little bit bloodshot, though they widened in surprise because of your towering presence. The man seemed to be a middle-aged macen. His hair was overgrown - both his head hair and facial hair - and he reeked of the forest, though not just of pine - there was piss somewhere there as well. Realizing the sudden appearance of a guest, he god up and wiped down his clothes, which consisted of a crude overcoat and breeches. Dust wafted through the area for a moment before he spoke some words to you:*

"Ah, hello stranger!" *He said through a toothless gape in his beard.* "Er, you look like you're about to beatdown an entire army. You lost or something?"

*He finished, but you could tell there was a manic tone in his voice. His eyes flicked around his surroundings, his head turning to either side of him as he spoke. There was no telling why, but it was obvious that he was restless.*
David
*Elaith followed the elder gentlemen's eyes around the surroundings, taking note of the man's turning of the head as a way of potentially projecting sound farther than just towards himself. The Titan did not move for a moment, staring over the old man for any resemblance of the patch he had been informed about.* 

"Yes. That's correct." *Elaith replied in earnest. Bringing his free hand up to plaster itself over his breastplate and heart.* 

"I've been sent here to dispose of those who commit banditry in the area. It always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth when I split their heads open..." *He trailed off, letting his hand fall with a powerful sigh- which coming out of a Titan's lungs was no joke.* 

"So I'd hope to solve things by understanding why they commit such acts, and working towards a non-violent solution. But in my long life I've learned that those in deep often think they cannot climb back out. It leads to such... **Pointless** Violence." *Elaith emphasized, pulling his free, right arm back to stretch and exaggerate his size. It was better safe then sorry- he'd been stabbed in the back before- and this shifty older man was not presenting the best case for trust.* 

"Those who harm must always be willing to accept that they themselves may be harmed..." *Elaith nearly whispered to himself, before offering an uncharacteristically warm smile that did not seem to reach his eyes.* 

"Wouldn't you agree?"
Helen
*Elaith's sigh would sweep the dirt about him, applying back the dirt the man had swept off just then. Irritated, but also slightly intimidated, he took a miniature jolt back, flattening himself against the tree. His eyes were terrified of the giant before him, so he held his hands up in surrender; it was clear he did not want a fight.*

*Yet something was amiss. There was a shadowy mass, almost imperceptible, that seemed to hide behind the man's behind. Trying to discern it was akin to attempting to focus in on a floater in ones eye; wherever it seemed that you could grasp what it truly was, it became as confusing and hidden as it was previously. Though it seemed to become more and more congealed the longer he spoke, though. Finally, however, he arrived at the punctuating sentence: "Would you agree?" 

With that harrowing smile, the illusion broke. For but a moment, the man's appearance shifted entirely. He was no longer a macen man, but a Silnarian woman with a mask covering everything aside from her eyes. Her hair was tied back in a mess, and she stared up at Elaith with a frenzied panic. Her arm held a scimitar in reverse grip in the exact place the black mass was from before, and her posture was poised to strike. She wasn't adorned heavily in armor; all that could count, really, was an ebony gambeson she wore around her chest. Though there could be some doubts of her affiliations, she wore a pendant around her neck; a pendant that almost matched the illustration the notice contained. It had a gleaming miniature emerald in it, and the cross itself was made out of gold; it was obvious why the bandits used these as identification now.

A sharp gasp could be heard from the left, somewhere within the forest clearing. With this, she realized that her cover had been blown, though her own agility wasn't enough to save her from a strike from where she stood.*
``` The Old Man's illusion wears off! Bandit 1 appears before you!
Bandit 2 is currently recovering from a break in concentration because of your sheer intimidation factor.
You may make an attack roll with a bonus. ```
David
*Elaith crinkled his eyes in disappointment as the illusion fell, and he could feel his heart begin to thump in his chest. Again, people who may have been of good stock- turned to ways of the craven. He would do his best to keep them... Alive. Perhaps they just needed a more-than-a-push scare from the life.

Unslinging his helmet from the side, Elaith made sure the blank face of indifference fit snugly over himself as he brought his shield up, a single tear rolling down his left eye as he approached. Battle axe in hand, he raised it high- but swung low in a deliberate attempt to avoid cleaving her skull in two- perhaps catching the leg instead.*

``` Action(s) done
Attack: 29 to hit, 5 damage
Defend: 26 Defense
Tempo: /
Focus: 4/4```