
You stab him in the face, the fiend expires with a splurge and a gurgle. You quickly search the dead bodies but find nothing of value. You kick their lifeless husks into a ditch and dust yourself down. Why is always bandits you ponder to yourself? Why are they always so poor? Oh well, time to move on, you are sure there must something more interesting to come.
Do you
Stand up tall, straighten your hat and begin to walk on proudly (and perhaps a little noisily)