02/12-Penniless

Father Seraphiel, still recovering from the shock of being ambushed, stood tall, trying to regain his composure. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand trembling slightly. "I… I don't have anything on me either," he admitted reluctantly, his voice laced with embarrassment. His robes had been hastily arranged after the chaos of the ambush, and he could feel his dignity slowly slipping away. The two bandits, now watching with impatience, exchanged uncertain glances.

Leona, who had been silent up until now, stepped forward. Her stance was regal, and the hint of authority in her voice echoed through the clearing. "You both should be ashamed," she said, her tone sharp and commanding. "Asking a lady to pay? What kind of honor do you claim to have when you attack the weak and demand their valuables?" Her eyes narrowed at the bandits, as if daring them to challenge her. "Do you think my jewels are enough to satisfy you?"