Barst just stood there as events progressed. Things were handled now, one way or another. Everybody was, more or less, thinking clearly now and not letting events just carry on into one another. Good, that was really all he cared about. He wasn't in the mood to go on the run again, because frankly, it sucked. And killing some random dude on a...shaky narrative....was a good way to risk that. Though Duraid had a point about large assassins, the archer was glad that Duraid at least took his point about how....rash....his actions had been. Hell, it seemed most agreed, even the girl he was trying to save. And now, this would-be hero was still trying to maintain the moral high ground, by dropping the suggestion that, perhaps, they were bandits trying to rob him. Barst almost laughed at that. He would have if the idea weren't pants-on-head idiotic. Their group was well-known enough that just about anybody in the area should've been able to tell who they were. 

Oh well. It looked like they were picking up some new blood. Good. So far, it seemed the three....oddly well-timed men, as well as the ax girl, were their new recruits. Though, Barst absolutely had no clue what she was actually capable of. "Can't say I do, boss. She said she's 'the best' with an ax, though, so start with that." Nodding his head at the girl, he turned back to his Pegasus and grabbed the grocery bags he'd put down. "Let's go, Ereshk. I'll help ya out this time around."