Fer immediately felt like a jerk as he gazed upon the poor man.  He had not meant to be so brash but his blood had begun to stir with a personal need to do something for this family that had not been done for his own.  He would be dead himself before he let the same fate befall the farmer and his kin. 

[color=0054a6]“Thank you. Any information helps and you have been able to provide numbers. Please, leave it to us. The King himself has sent us to put a stop to these bandits.  We…”[/color] He motioned to his party as if to drive his next words home [color=0054a6]“…we are here now. These bandits have preyed on the innocent too long. I think they need to feel the sting of my friend’s sword…”[/color] He smiled in Cole’s direction  [color=0054a6]“..and judgement of the holy warrior from the church”[/color] He nodded towards Auriel.

He was not much of a speaker but he knew that some times  peasants needed to believe in the supernatural and in this world, the Legendary Heroes were as  saintly as it gets. He cleared his throat and turned to Cole. [color=0054a6]“We should come up with a strategy that saves the farm and does not put any innocent into unnecessary risk.”[/color]

He looked out the windows. As with any farm, there was a lot of open spaces for farming and such. Also like a farm, there was too many dry stuff that could easily catch on fire. He knew that the bandits would be easy to spot but guessed that hiding was not going to be their strategy.  The bandits probably wanted to present a dramatic front and cause chaos and destruction.  If this was the case then there may be hope to them winning.  True professional killers got rid of the target and moved on.  Only cowards and weaklings relished in wanton destruction.