Zin rolled the body of the now dead bandit off of himself. He grunted with exhaustion, his energy now at a bare minimum. The sounds of this battle had come to a quick end only moments before, but the sounds of a different battle echoed in his ears. He lay there longer than he should have given the circumstances, but he had trouble willing his body to move.
 
That’s when the door of the coach they had been protecting opened and out stepped a noble looking Ra'Sheek. The man peered over the ragtag group before questioning them about their motives. It was not unjustified for the man to at least a little bit suspicious, which is why Zin was little more than surprised when the man just shrugged off any idea that they might have had any ill intentions. Zin thought that was mighty foolish.  Just the night before some of their group suggested leaving the man to his own devices. Perhaps he would now be nothing more than a corpse laying on the road if Zin’s group hadn’t come along, or more importantly if Zin’s group had decided to waylay him as well as the bandits. Zin would not have gone along with such plans, but it stands to reason that it could have happened.
 
 
Zin finally sat up and pushed himself up to his feet. He quickly searched out the Kukri that he had tossed into battle and was unable to retrieve before being set upon. In that moment Zin realized that Jex had returned. Zin waited patiently for their group’s leader to say something to the Ra’Sheek and began to wipe the blood off his weapons.