As the lone figure stood on the hill looking at the carnage below,he justified his actions with"it's not like they were innocent...They'd do the same to me if they had the chance."He tried to convince himself but he still didn't feel any better. The bandits he killed didn't have much of value on them,just a few trinkets, baubles,and a few hides.He thought to himself "at least they had some supply's on them,i should be able to last a few days with this.maybe find a town or something" at the thought of going into a town he felt a heavy sadness,remembering the way he's usually greeted when people realize he's a dark elf.Pushing that thought aside he tightened his hood,and strolled down the hill in the direction he was originally travelling before he found the bandits.he had walked for about six hours before noticed the smell of smoke in the air,at that he chose to walk towards the wind hoping to find a settlement of some kind.