Egwene turned away from the farmer and looked at the kid as he demanded to know what the problem was.
"The problem is you immidiately got aggressive with a Scarecrow while we are tresspassing - inadvertantly, but still - on their land, and then pushed past me without a word of apology. And so I want to set you on fire and hear your screams of agony and the bubbling of your skin. Does that cover it?" She asked, rethrorically, before looking back at the farmer. "No you can't. You can reward us modestly. If you could reward us handsomely, you wouldn't have a problem with bandits. So, tell me where they are, and I will go deal with them. And you should get a few friends, or farmhands. Being here alone is just asking for people to take advantage of you. I doubt any gang would want to mess with hand a dozen guys with guns and a house" she finished, her tail still lit brightly, but not setting anyone on fire, so that was good, right?