Cole looked at Fer, and wondered what exactly he would do if he tried to negotiate with a bandit. A bandit wanted nothing more than to pillage. Cole knew deep in his gut that if they were going to pacify Rayla then that meant they would need to beat her, or get the chance to put the collar crest on her. Cole wondered more so if Fer would be outraged if he went against him and he did it anyway. The man seemed to have a personal grudge against authority it seemed. More so he even relegated all the fame to him, the Sword Hero, it seemed the people had been considering him just dead weight which Cole knew was partially true but still unfair. Fer's defensive combat style was forced on him not a given choice. Cole chewed on his food for a bit as Auriel, and Fer talked something over, and then took a sip of his water. As a good portion of his meal he breathed out deeply. [color=f7941d]"There's only three choices. The collar, my sword, or to cripple them."[/color] Cole said rather bluntly. [color=f7941d]"Bandits are thugs. They don't talk, or back down and the chief of them, this Rayla didn't get that way by being the biggest coward of the lot. We need to be decisive one way or another."[/color]