Gods he wasn't cut out for tourturing people. Killing them was one thing, this was another. Without a word Eldarin swiftly thrust his blade into the man's heart and stepped back. More bandits and whatever these 'imps' were. Whatever they were, they were apparantly fearsome enough to frighten a group of three bandits, or perhaps even more. Meaning they likely came in swarms. Just dandy. Eldarin looked at the three bodies in front of him. Ethics wasn't in question here, he searched them for coins or anything else of value to him. The dagger could prove helpful in a pinch, Eldarin stuck that in his belt. The axe was useless to him. The bow and arrows though. Hm. They could prove cumbersome and it was doubtful he'd even have a chance to use them. Well they couldn't be that troublesome. Perhaps if he slung it on his shoulder and carried it that way with the arrows at his belt? Every now and then Eldarin glanced around to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him. It was safe to assume that he was never safe.