The Elf ranger's hair waved lazily in the breeze, a soft breath from the north flowing through the pass to bid them welcome. Calanon did think Rayadell's suggestion was better than anything he could come up with. He'd rather not permanently dispose of the man, for he wasn't a foul Orc or a poacher. Simply someone who had been given hard choices in life, and unfortunately took the ones that led him down a dangerous road.  

Calanon took a sure step toward the man. "If you're gone when we return, you'll be tracked." he added in no uncertain terms, agreeing to the suggestion by Rayadell. In fact he gave a nod to her once the promise to the man had been made. Behind him, the highwayman nodded, sweat beading off his forehead. He swallowed what little moisture remained in his throat. "Y-Yeah, sure as I am, I'll stay put yer Elfships, swear on me father's grave." 

As if a blanket of grim sorrow had been lifted off of Calanon, it seemed to be enough for him and he gave Rayadell and cheerful smile. "Well, that's settled," he said. Brogach nudged the Elf, and Calanon patted the Elk's snout. "Right," Calanon replied, and lively hoisted himself upon his steed's back with ease, bringing Brogach around so Calanon could extend a hand to Rayadell to help her up. "Less than a day away," the Elf said to her confidently. 

The pass before them was not much farther, and through the thinning woods their keen, Elven eyes could catch glimpses of rolling tundra and rocky crags.