"Well," Calanon spoke, his voice a bit too jovial and lighthearted after such a furious few minutes of combat. "I thought we could question this one and see if they worked with anyone, or if this was mere happenstance." Hopefully Rayadell could see the wisdom of that, if not the morality of it. Brogach tramped behind Calanon out of the bushes, halting gracefully between the two Elven companions, shaking leaves off of his fur. 

The archer continued to mutter as Calanon dropped him, but it didn't take very long for him to regain his senses enough to know he was in some deeper trouble than he was used to. Then again, he could be one of the dead men so he should count his blessings. 

His boots scuffed audibly as he backtracked like a cornered rat toward one of the trees, hands and feet in the dirt. Unfortunately for him, and arrow thudded into the timber beside his head, and the man's shivering gaze whipped to and fro between the arrow and the Elf that was already drawing another. 

"Wait wait, please! I'll tell you anything!" The man pleaded, nearly flailing his arms about. Calanon didn't give him a quick answer, his face hard set, much like a wolf or other beast intent on their prey. The man's eyes fell from Calanon's stern gaze and he whimpered. 

"Who are you?" Calanon asked him sternly, bow string taut and stance wide. The query was terse but not threatening, despite the real threat of his bow. 

"C-Cordon, sir. Just a highwaymen. A footpad!" 

"Who sent you?" 

"No one. I- well, my boss. The one the girl there thumped good did, but no one side's him. We were hearing rich folk would be coming through these mountains." 

"Rich folk?" Calanon echoed, before letting loose his arrow. It punched into the bark on the other side of his head this time. A yelp accompanied the jump that followed from the bandit's surprise. "Do you mean us?" 

"I swear I don't know!" The man said, holding up his hands. "Just rich folk. Was all I 'eard from the boss I swears! Please spare me. It was all hearsay I says! I just joined the Promixtra, I s-swears! I just need some coin for me mum and sister." 

Calanon looked to Brogach for the Elk's opinion, but the creature seemed impassive of the man's pleas. That was somewhat odd. Usually Brogach was quite a good judge of character. He then looked to Rayadell, wondering what they should do with this man.