Buddy and Shortfang would keep and eye and weapon ready at the criminals as Pylia helped stabilize their wounds. They would live, barely, as everyone except the two who surrendered were in no condition to do much fighting. “They’ll live, but a lot of them will be limping. Go ahead and look around, we’ll keep an eye on these guys and make sure they don’t try anything.” Pylia slapped ghebside of her Warclub against her hand like you’d expect a prison guard to hold a billy club. Shortfang stood on a barrel with his crossbow aimed at the bound prisoners ready to shoot any of them while Buddy stood by the door with his axe in hand. The brigands were quiet and would refuse to speak to you if you tried.