The man's words of sudden anger made her shudder a little. She wanted to be brave, to stand strong, but it seemed almost impossible when he who she faced looked to be stronger in durability and strength than a tree. As such, she took the man's words of putting away weapons as more of an order than a pleasantry. "F-Fine," Skye said, still downcast.

Skye turned and began to walk back the way she came, back to Avalon. As she walked, she could not help but worry. The man was so aggressive, so rude and mean, he clearly meant to hurt someone or something. Was taking him back to town really such a good idea? What if he sought to slaughter everyone there?

Even so, she had little choice. Skye began to quiver as she walked, knowing that she would be the one blamed for taking him into town. And she couldn't mislead him, if he found out she was lying... Skye didn't want to think about what could happen.

Taking the man the shortest route, Skye quickly found the road and walked, silent. She wasn't going to say a word to the man, not any more. She was going to take him to Avalon, and then tell the guards. She had a few friends, thanks to her father's past military connections, in the guards who would make sure that the man was locked up for a long time.

After a short walk, Skye heard the galloping of horses from behind her. She turned, and even from the short distance away could pick out the apparel of a bandit. She relayed this to he whom she was accompanying with the single word, "Bandits!" She unslung her bow, and prepared to fire.