Kyang rubbed her hands together and wore a wide grin. "Oh, I think everyone can be of help here," she remarked slyly.

As for the initial thoughts, there was good information given by everyone, but Kyang felt as though there was deeper thoughts required. Thoughts that were out loud and accelerated in speed as she went. "No leads, you say? I guess that sets a precedent...no matter! There is still intelligence to find. There has to be survivors, otherwise we wouldn't know the attacks to be committed by bandits," Kyang brought a finger to her mouth, "Unless that's just what people are speculating. Anyway, we should find survivors to tell us about them, how they fight, how they move. We can get to know our enemy. Barring that..."

Kyang pointed a finger to Xin, "I like the idea of finding where they might be fencing stuff, if there is anything of the kind in Mingdu. I've got my great grandfather's glaive that I could express interest in selling in order to get close to them. It's still possible that they would smuggle elsewhere, though."

Kyang then lowered her fist onto the table in front of her, leaning forward and sticking her elbow up, "As for the confrontation itself, myself or Torako could be a decoy. I like the idea of baiting them out if you guys could hide yourselves in the surrounding woods. That plan can be fleshed out later, though. First..."

Finally, Kyang clicked her fingers, pointed at Liu, and suddenly slowed down her speech to a more intelligible rate, "I've been going on a bit about stuff that other bounty hunters may have tried. Do you know anything that might answer the questions we have already about these guys? Anything that has been tried before?"

While waiting for an answer, Kyang took up her chopsticks and grabbed at the last pork bun on the table. When she tugged to pick it up, she found that there was resistance caused by Torako's chopsticks clutching it as well. Many different words could have been said, but Kyang instead locked narrowed eyes with her, daring her to be polite enough to give it up. A stand-off of sorts ensued.