As Allereun finished his task, tying the stitch up and then wrapping a length of bandage around the stitch, he drew back with a sigh, brushing his hair out of his eyes. It wasn't a bad work, but it was nothing like the lightning speed improvisation that he had witnessed from that girl. Needless to say, he'd have to ask her about that some time.

Turning back to the one conscious bandit, now full of fear of the unknown, of what might happen to him, Allereun murmured, almost as an afterthought, [b]“Wish there was more blood here, really. Would do the Blood Lotuses some good.”[/b] It was an afterthought that he had intentionally meant for the bandit to hear, before whatever light left the alchemist's eyes, leaving only a dull, emotionless stare as he peered into the eyes of the unarmed man.

[b]“That's great,”[/b] he said, in a flat tone, [b]“Everyone trusts the promises of a bandit who had just tried killing them just a few minutes past. Please, young man, tell us all that you know, and maybe I'll consider not sewing your eyes, mouth, and fingers together so that you can keep your word.”

“Ah, but surely no one can trust the words of a bandit, so it'd be better if we kept you in a nice, comfortable cell while we confirmed your knowledge as well, right? You might even find it more comfortable, imprisoned while they find a nice tree to hang you by.”

“Or do you have a greater offer to make, outside of only your words?”[/b]