Markus herd Castitas pleading for him to stop and held a fist in the air pausing. He sighed deeply, got of the bandit and threw him forward letting the man limp away. The knight stood head hung, blood covered him. He couldn't bring himself to look at the priestess and he began to walk toward the road once more after picking up and sheathing his sword, "Come on, we don't want to miss the caravan." His voice was quiet and strained, emotional pain emanating from his words like water flowing through a river.