“Such tactics would be unwise, Lady Laila” Zin commented calmly. “Suitable time is needed to obtain such poisons and uncertainty in whether it will actually work. Neither of which can be afforded.” Zin left out the fact he believed that such tactics were cowardly and dishonorable.  It would leave them no better than the bandits themselves. 

Zin grew sick at thought of fighting an opponent he knew was handicapped. He glanced over to Captain Kayden to see his reaction and hoped the man had the same sense of honor. Zin only assumed Captain Kayden knew something of his actions and that was why Zin had been asked to this gathering.

Idly he ran one of his hands over the hilt of his Kukri. It was a nervous habit that he had picked up not long after his banishment. Constantly his eyes darted across the unfamiliar place and he strained to hear any more unexpected surprises. The horrors of his failure had increased his paranoia of the unknown.