The bandit hissed once again, "NO!" His voice boomed as citizens came to watch what all the noise was about. "It's mine!" He gave a feeble attempt at picking up the bags, anger flaring through him.

Regret sighed at this and pointed his sword at him, watching him struggling.

"You are being stubborn and I am aware that you needed money to survive, now give me the bag!" He told him. "Unless..." puts his hand into his pocket and pull out some gold.

The man smiled, grabbing the money before running away.

(Huh? Did the bandit get the bag?)

(No, the bandit grabbed the money, and ran off whilst leaving the bag near you.)

(Oh okay..)

'So it work huh?' Regret thought while picking up the fallen bag which the bandit dropped. 'But I really need give this back to the dark merchant..'

The Dark Merchant was swarmed by a flock of concerned villagers, prodding his frail body with sticks which jolted pain throughout his arms and legs.

Regret saw this and approached them.. "Uhm excuse me..." He told them

The citizens moved away before returning to their whatever it was they were doing. The merchant looked up, "Did... Did you get it?" He said, rasping.

Regret went through the crowd who moved away and went back to whatever they were doing. He approached the dark merchant and gave him nodded while showing the bag to him.

"Here is it.." Regret told him, giving the bag to him

The merchant struggled to his feet, taking the bag back into his possession. "Thankyou." He said, smiling warmly, "Thankyou very much." He bowed slightly before hobbling away.

"You're welcome" Regret replied to the Dark Merchant who bowed slightly before hobbling away.

The Dark Merhcant set up his shop in a far corner of the streets. He stuck to the shadows, staying in his usual place where customers would buy from him.

Regret continue his day by helping out a lot of people in the village

(Still waiting for more twists)

The Dark Merchant received his regular visitors which all requested potions and rare equipment for high cots. He tugged at the coat, draping the fabric of his face, his eyes peering intensively at the person who had helped him earlier - strolling through the streets.

Regret was aware that someone was watching his every move as he continue to help the towns people

The Merchant shrugged, before continuing with the selling of goods and the receiving of money which he would use later on or store away some place safe.

Regret stretched his arms for a bit, watching everyone around him do their own business

Rain began dripping from the blackened clouds above as the merchant began retreating to the comfort of the shadows, where his equipment wouldn't be affected by the rain.

Regret look up at the sky obviously noticing that blackened clouds there as it began to rain hard. He and the other people run to the shelter nearby to avoid getting wet..

As his open hours ended, he packed up his gear and begin walking back to inn, cautious of anyone which would try and steal any of his goods.

Regret was tired so he entered the inn to rest

The Dark Merchant entered shortly afterwards, dropping his bags into room before shutting the door after him and going to sleep.

(No twists yet?)

Regret goes up his room and enters his room then he lay down and falls asleep at once

(Not really. Maybe the Inn is burnt down by bandits?)