"Sire it would appear we have some prisoners, the men are wondering what shall become of them?"

Studying the slumped over Turnips, Kal considered his options silently. It was clear that the neighboring villages didn't care much for the turnips, and it was likely that if he gave a harsh verdict, many of the villagers would support him in his actions.... But did he really want to become known as a killer of men? Certainly, they were bandits, and most vile ones at that.. Being lenient with his verdict might be even worse..

But maybe there was a third option? 

Kal was just damned to think of what it was at this moment.

"Sire?"

Kal realized that he had begun to lean forwards slowly as he had thought, until he was almost on top of the bandits.

Straightening up, Kal coughed nervously, wiped his sweaty brow, and looked back at Reindolous.

As he looked at the concerned knight, the answer seemed to materialize from the very air in front of him.

Confident now in his decision, Kal opened his mouth and responded to small cluster of soldiers that had formed around him.