Things seemed to be coming to a tidy conclusion with the last couple members of the defending group of bandits surrendering.  Though he felt reasonably certain he had been tricked into believing the elf and company might have been bandits the realization of this bit of information didn't particularly reassure him, especially when it seemed like they were the morally ambiguous sorts of folk who tended to leave a trail of bodies in their wake.

Expression grim, he took out his coil of hempen rope and began binding the hands of the man he had knocked unconscious.  He knew he wasn't the best at tying knots, but he considered himself a fair enough hand at it to keep someone adequately restrained.  He worked quickly, trying to make it apparent this bandit was accounted for before any of the others found a way to construe things in just such a manner as to see the helpless fool as a dire threat worth finishing off.  When he was reasonably satisfied with his handiwork, Signod straightened up and moved towards where the greater number of people had converged in the final moments of the fight.  He briefly wondered if the one man he had saved might not have the right idea, wildly running off into the woods like that.  Still, if bandits were about, it was best not to take that sort of risk.