Sharee searched the fat man's body until he found his bag, hoping there was something inside to make her efforts worth it. There were a few sheets of parchment and other mundane items scattered about in the bag, but there was a small likely looking pouch inside. She opened the coinpurse excitedly, but then quickly turned to cursing to herself when she saw that there were less than ten coins inside. The man's clothes were more valuable than that, and if the other one didn't have anything of value on him as well, he would probably end up taking them, along with one of the horses, and selling them off. 

Sharee was just finishing up searching the fat man when heard faint rustling in the trees behind her. She turned around just before a Breton man emerged from the forest, asking what she was doing. He was armed, though he kept his weapons sheathed. For a moment, she glared at him annoyed, as she really didn't want to have to deal with anyone coming along and trying to claim what little loot she had. Or even worse, a self-righteous hero who jumped to conclusions and mistook her for a theiving murderer. She was a theiving murderer, but he would have no way of knowing that. 

"Just a little righteous justice. Everything is taken care of here, unless you're about to tell me that you are friends with these two slavers. If that is the case, I should probably get to killing you. Otherwise, keep your hands off the loot until I'm done." Sharee responded, not taking her eyes off of him. As always, she was ready to react in an instant.