The knight led him outside and headed up the slope Eldarin had seen earlier. Upon reaching the top and entering the ring of stone there, they did indeed find a small camp the bandits had set up, a roaring fire set up and crackling on the fresh firewood, some small smooth boulders set up as seats. A leather pouch had been left behind with some food in it too, some simple dried meat and a loaf of bread, plus a flask of water. 
"My name is Bronwick." the knight introduced himself as he took a seat and laid his sword down. "What is yours?"