Passive | Pillager

Kaelen had his sword sheathed. His palms were open.

And so, in the hills and villages beyond, scouts began to ask a new question before reporting: “Are they raiding, or are they running?” passive pillager

In the sun-scorched village of Verveil, a young scout named Kaelen was known for his steady hands and a sharper conscience. He had been tracking a small, separated band of pillagers for three days. These weren't the brutal, horn-helmed marauders of storybooks—just three ragged figures: a weary crossbowman, a pockmarked axe-bearer, and an older woman who carried no weapon, only a worn satchel. Kaelen had his sword sheathed

“Give me the crossbow. And the axe.” He had been tracking a small, separated band

It saved more lives than any sword ever could.

Kaelen had his orders. “Passive or not, a pillager is a pillager. Report their location. The captain will send a squad.”