Dal Shabet

- What kind of things? - The boy ran up to the speaking bandit, who seemed to be the leader. The man knelt down and put his arm around him. - Eh, but who will pay for this? - He pointed with his gaze at the broken finger.

- This child - he nodded towards the boy - stole my family sword and money from me. Actually, the money doesn't interest me, but I would really like to get the family relic back. I think his broken finger is worth all the savings accumulated during my time in Nevermore, which he and his friends managed to steal.