Do you want to kill yourself?!!

Strax stepped out of the carriage and, taking his first few steps, he spotted the soldier he had saved earlier. The man was visibly exhausted, his body weary and panting. Although he was a bit older than the other soldiers, he still maintained a certain vigor.

"Are you alright, old man?" Strax asked, his tone mixing concern with a hint of irony.

The soldier lifted his head, trying to force a smile. "I'm fine, young man. Thank you for the help." He made a hand gesture, a sign of gratitude and respect.

Strax turned to assess the situation of the others. The bandits who had attacked were being contained, and the chaos was starting to settle. "And the others? Everyone safe?"

"The group is intact, but some are injured," the soldier replied, taking a deep breath. "We still need to check the carriage and ensure nothing was damaged or stolen."