The monk let out a breathy sigh through his nose at Tobias's response. It quickly turned from sarcasm to reality, however, as he commented on his own near-death experiences, topping off his lamentation with Sana's strangely violent behaviors. The rogue seemed especially off-put at how justified Sana seemed in her actions, and Hanzo realized that. These were criminals, and they likely always had been, but the gypsy woman seemed nigh-insistent that these were practically monsters in human form. Then, perhaps, she was too justified...

It wasn't going to change Hanzo's own viewpoint upon it. As unseemly lives as they led, the monk believed they all deserved another chance. An opportunity to realize their wrongs and turn their lives around for the better. Loathe as Hanzo was to admit it, such happenstance probably wasn't going to happen - these bandits either believed they had no other choice left at this point, or some really were so beyond regard for humanity.

As Tobias went up the stairs, Hanzo followed, needing to put their unconscious wizard to bed. "It just seems so... dissonant," Hanzo explained absently. "This morning, she was different than this. I can understand the want to get rid of these criminals before we set out, but she is taking this matter to an extreme. Certainly, it doesn't help that most of the others are privy to such violent murders, but..."

Hanzo trailed off, and by then Tobias was already off on his own-rooting through one of the rooms. The monk exhaled strongly again, the burdens of being associated with so much death weighing heavy. He looked into one of the rooms that was obviously unoccupied, and gently laid down Melvus on the bed within. Hanzo took some of the loose items on the wizard's person and laid them on the bedside table for him to find. If there was anything the caster was missing, Hanzo was not aware of it.

While Tobias changed into a new set of clothes (that weren't his?), the martial artist went downstairs. While Sana had taken a group out to get rid of the remaining slavers, that left the men here who were either resting or cleaning up the mess. Those corpses wouldn't disappear on their own, after all. Realizing that he had allowed one of the bandits to escape, Hanzo suddenly hoped that the slaver camp hadn't been informed of the skirmish at the town, as it might prove disastrous for all of them - both Sana's group, if the bandits were ready for them, and the town, if they sent out a stronger party to raid them.

It certainly looked like Mortosh was covering the corpse plan, though, as when Hanzo came downstairs, he witnessed the undead about to walk through the door with a dead body over his shoulder and a jar of ashes tucked under his other arm. 

Noting the surprise still coming from the inn's remaining patrons, the monk put a hand up to stop Mortosh from dragging blood into the inn. "Here, I can help you burn the deceased. We should do it outside the town, so we're not polluting the local air," Hanzo offered to the undead warrior, motioning outside.