Plucking the arrows from the man's stash and adding them to his own, Brannor thumbed through the rest of the goods, those ragged and those not. He soon found the pouch of silver pieces, hefting it in his hand and judging it, it felt as though it was a fair amount of coin, to which he dumped into his own stock for the time being; there would be time to come in sorting out their pickings, now wasn't it. Instead it was time for him to respond to his company, whom he had nodded to now and then as they spoke while he did his grim work.

"I fear that even if we did take our priestess 'prisoner' I would be too easily noted." The deep voice replied at last, looking to the young women, then off to the half-blood warrior, browsing them with primeval golden eyes, "While I am not fond of being in bonds and without my arms it is safer than the other option for the rest of you."

The man stood to his full height, dusting his gloved hands off before looking back to the rest of the casualties. "My only advice is you pick pieces here and there from their stock to mirror them in camouflage and we leave for their camp."

Typical of his demeanor, Brannor added nothing more beyond that and returned to his habit of surveying the distance for any threats their eyes might not have seen earlier. His spirit doubted anyone else would be upon this rolling wilderness, especially with how ill prepared these men were and how their kobold allies broke rank at breakneck pace. Cowardice at its finest, a quality this cult seemed to display in spades. Contrarily, courage and sacrifice knew no bounds here apparently for if it were not the huntsman posing, it would have been the youthful Chauntean cleric that volunteered herself to be put in harm's most likely way.

Yet, something spoke to him on a new, more strange level; that he was confident that Shepard was correct, at least about the monk. If he was going to be taken as prisoner, as it seemed, then he would most likely find the missing man in the process - one who was competent and capable, at last more than most.

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Brannor takes the seventeen arrows to replenish his spent stock and the coins, having found nothing else of obvious use or need.
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