"Of course," Sabine said with a nod to Meesei. While she walked with the werebears that were leading Meesei into the cave, but looked over her shoulder to speak kindly, even after the recent killing. "Janius? Could you tie them up, please?"

Janius lifted the unsettling visage that was his visor to reveal his far more appealing, if sweaty, face. "Sure thing, Sabine." He dropped his axe through a loop on his belt and got to work. Rope was always useful in the mountains; there was no shortage of it to bind the prisoners.

Half of Fendros' mouth opened into an amused grin at Ahnasha. He spoke as he squat down to pull out one of his arrows. "In our last ambush, Ahna, there wasn't a pack of werebears stealing my marks." He yanked the arrow out, turned it in his hand and used the bloody point to gesture at Ahnasha. "Even if I were getting slow, at least I didn't raise the alarm too early, like a certain wife I know the ambush before last." Fendros squat down again to rifle through the equipment on the body. He wasn't going to let Ahnasha live down her occasional mistakes either.

"Oh," Fendros realised. His tone lost its humour for a moment. "The, uh...special arrow worked. That's the last of mine filled."