A few days passed while you conducted your investigation into the bandit group responsible for the merchant's loss. You had made sure to ask around town and listened to all the drunk stories being thrown around in the local taverns.
After looking into numerous rumors, you had finally identified the patterns of some of their crew and found a few possible locations for their hideout.
Fortunately, their group consisted of only five members, though they had all committed one violent act or another - a fact quite worrying to someone as lacking in experience in combat as yourself.
You decided to be strategic and cautious, to back out if the mission went wrong. One night you were tailing one of the members as he entered the local tavern.
After he had plied himself with sufficient alcohol and smacked the ass of one too many waitresses, you decided to corner him as he was stumbling around the streets, ready to take a piss. "Mmph, bloody stairs." The drunkard muttered as he stumbled up the steeped alley.
You watched from the distance, lurking in the shadows of the moonlit path. You approached silently as he unbuttoned his pants, clumsily sticking his hands inside. A sharp point pressed into his side as you covered his mouth from behind.
In a quiet whisper, you told him to keep quiet and listen carefully. "Let's make this easy, shall we?" You prompted him to continue walking further into the darkened alleyway.
"W-whaddya want f-from me?" He questioned, fumbling out the words as he raised his arms and walked on forward. "You're going to tell me everything I need to know about those stolen items you acquired from that fat-cat merchant." You smirked as you halted, knife still at the ready.
"And why da hell would I do that, ya bloody idiot!" He spoke a little too loud that time as he voiced his objections. You responded swiftly as the point of the knife etched a small slit in his side, droplets of blood seeping out. The man winced as he shifted left to avoid the sting of your blade.
"Well of course you don't have to if you want to take that information to your grave." You offered him an alternative bargain. "W-what? N-no. I'll tell ya!" He stuttered on those words, breath becoming rapid and sweat drawing lines down the side of his face.