We have a knife fight. After a few stabs in the "you really should have worn a codpiece" region he gives up the ghost.
Fifteen minutes later I return to Filbert. I've killed a goodly number of brigands and have recovered his handkerchief, as requested. Holding it with two fingers, I hand it back to him.
"Oh bless me, you found it!" he says with delight, tucking the blood-splattered thing back into his breast pocket. "Those men were ever so rude. I do hope they've learned their lesson!"
"Well, they're dead, so I'm not sure just how much learning took place in those final moments of violence and screaming. But if they did learn anything, it was probably about how they were idiots to show you mercy."
"And I got my lucky handkerchief back!" he says gleefully.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND? THEY LET YOU GO, AND IN RETURN YOU HAD ME END THE LIVES OF DOZEN MEN FOR YOUR BOOGER-RAG!"
"If you ever find yourself in the neighborhood, stop in for tea!" he waves at me cheerily.
I back away from the grinning old codger, watching him smile happily with the crusty, bloody handkerchief poking up out of his pocket.
After bringing shame to my own people, I decide to work with the humans again.
Ted Pickthorn. His dad was a notorious robber, and was hanged some years ago. If I was the offspring of a right bastard like that I probably wouldn't bring it up when I met people, but Ted doesn't seem to mind telling me. His dad had some hidden riches someplace, and Ted wants me to help recover them. Apparently he's been waiting for a complete stranger to come along so he can have them dig up his secret family treasure of blood money.