2Almaren
Yes, good man, a tragedy has struck here... I don't even know how to put it... in short, someone slaughtered the caravan that was heading this way, and that caravan was bringing me steel — rare, dwarven steel... there wasn't much — about 1 pud... That's it. If you, good man, bring it back to me, then I'll teach you and your woman something useful, alright??? And I'll throw in another five silver on top! — the blacksmith looked at you almost pleadingly...

2Night and Sar
The stranger turned to you and screamed in an unexpectedly high, nearly hysterical voice, "How dare you! Traitor! Not only did you run away, but you also failed to recognize your chief!!!" and leaped toward you... he leaped far — 10 meters from a standing start. One more jump, and he will be right beside you... Actions???