Gregory
*Francis was no longer breathing,he also was beyond the point of recovery as you have turned him into the human equivalent of Swiss cheese, the fact he was able to survive for this long with the blood poring out of wounds proved his resilience.*

*While you looked around for loot, you would've of-course looked into the crate Francis was rummaging through, a repugnant odor was coming from it, in it, a bunch broken flask with labels saying they'd heal basically anything, even illnesses that don't exist..*

*Other than that, not much was found, the big man barely had any copper in his coin pouch, all boxes seemed to be full of the same kind of medicine, although they weren't opened, sirdan had a gut feeling he shouldn't drink any of those. The only thing that was of interest was the merchant who had his head caved in, and with his coin pouch surprisingly untouched*
```Quest complete - 40 xp awarded, 600 sp where inside the merchant's pouch, you may do some more actions if you think of them```
Cleo
"Next time, I am not travelling on my own." *Said Sirdan as he realized the delicacy of the situation - if only he were travelling with a caravan, he could've buried them and not lead to any suspiscion of coin.*

*In between the thoughts of being a good samartian and burying the merchant - and potentially running into bandit, or reporting the incident only to be mistaken for a bandit, Sirdan can't help but think the best course of action is to... Steal from them.* 

*He crouched and examined the merchant's body, pinching his nose as he looked at the caved in skull - not a favorite sight. He tried to see if there was anything of note to his next of kin...*

*But once he realized he looked like a bandit and might as well be the people who could've waylaid them, he decided to see if there's a convenient bag to carry some of the flasks and leave.* 

"Sorry."
Gregory
*The merchant didn't seem to have anything on him that would lead to his family, and, of course, as he was in a 'merchants' chariot, there was a few empty bag, although those bag are usually used to carry around crops in big quantities, they would make due with carrying a few of the flasks, although, he may not actually want to be seen carrying those, no one likes a snake oil salesman after-all.*
Cleo
*He shook his head, wondering if there's anything else of note. It appears those were snake oil and not an actual alchemical potion. He decided to speed off and move back to town with his horse to report the incident.*
Gregory
*As you reported the incident nothing bad seemed to happen, they mostly just seemed annoyed that the snake oil salesman didn't just disappear and became someone else's problem instead of dying on one of their path ,meaning they'd have the clean up whatever nightmare fuel the mixture of his oils would create, although the bandits seemed to be only small time and weren't known,they probably only did attack the salesman due to necessity like most other.*
Cleo
*Sirdan thanked the guardsmen for the help, and would return to his business, setting out with a caravan instead of travelling alone the next time*

```fix
The end
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