"You can introduce yourselves all later." The brown robed woman snapped, adjusting her form of dress and shaking off her hands of the blood spatter that had seemed to find itself from the many various bodies on to the others, "Or do it while you work, I care not which, but disarm these mongrels."

Arthera stopped at the ratfolk, peering down at it where it lay still, realizing it too was still very much alive, "... before any of them stand back up."

"Did any of you aside from the man with hammer even actually [i]attempt[/i] to kill these scoundrels? Why are so many of them alive?" 

She knelt down whilst speaking, one knee to the ice, ignoring the events that just transpired otherwise. She had neither the time nor energy to devote to paying the guardsmen or their captain any further mind; Talionis had done all the work there to be done and had dissuaded them. It also mattered none to her if her objections swayed him one way or another; the scene was clear as it was. But the captain's allegations in the process revealed how these men communicated, which was positive in some ways. They knew more than they did before, or at least the observant primal mind did.

What was not so positive was that she now had to relieve the beast of its collection of knives and various weaponized junk that it hauled around. The scourge was wrapped in a ratty cloak as it was, some ragged, ugly thing. Even for a woman whose robes were worn by the work and harshness they endured, at least her sleeves were still loose and far from torn, which held true for her hood which wasn't pocked with what were either bite marks or grazes by other equally sharp things. Regardless, she plucked the blades from the thing, letting them fall into a heap just outside it's reach and next to her; if it [i]were[/i] to wake up, she was going to cut its throat with its own damned knives. The very least it deserved for having the luxury of surviving this exchange for whatever arbitrary reason the rest had invented for it.

"Never mind, I am sure whatever 'reason' you have is inane. Do not bore me with it." She said, not even willing to argue with these people at this point; they were mad and no amount of sanity could cure such delusions. By comparison she wondered if their resident seeker was more sane, the same who seemed to consort with dark and mysterious guides... and the hammer-bearer of course as it was. The elven company of Ceria always teetered between the two.

Certainly they had their own paths in life, but leaving former enemies alive was a remarkably easy way for them to find you another day. This was not accounting for the "law of the wild" as it were. The golden eyed Arthera hoped, would have prayed if she could, that such a day of their potential reappearance was one where she was not with them. This was an alliance of necessity, not want. All the added complications, of which she noted as she turned one of the rat's knives about in her palm, were difficult to ignore.

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Arthera continues her searching, using her previous roll and not needing to make another. She moves on to the ratfolk, checking every pocket and fold of clothing that could conceal anything of importance or value.

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A dozen knives, a handful of copper (13cp), a suit of small sized studded leather, and a "ratty cloak".
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