"Excellent," Delnir slaps his hands together, suddenly warming to the idea. "This will be a good test for you son, as I have long wished for you to one day become headman of this village, and now, for the first time, I dare to hope it will actually happen. You have a problem, and you want to solve it. You will find however that similar to your father the headman, you have no real authority, and must convince people to follow your ideas. You are not a king or prince who can decree. Your idea to limit groups is a good idea, though I question whether two is a good idea, surely one is enough? However, on the issue of bandit hunting, I will acknowledged your superior expertise. So go and deal with this problem, show the people of Yelmed that you have the skills to replace me one day. I give you my blessing son, but do be careful. The Court of Arashalu is not in the habit of offering a thousand silver bounty for a bandit. At best, they are worried, especially about their rangers. At worst, they know yet have chosen not to reveal it. You will need your wits about you at all time, to make sure you and everyone else returns safely,"<br/>