The bandits that Shanil had run into were quite dead.  She didn't even have to double check her handiwork.  The elven woman took a look around to make sure none of the other bandit's slain by her comrades had survived...  And she eased their suffering alright.  If they had wounds that they would not recover from she put them down in the most humane way she could manage.  This was the easy part.  The hard part was the ones she couldn't just "ease into a forever sleep".  She's just wave over a few men that could handle the situation from there. There was a desire to kill the ones that could be taken prisoner but she knew that it would be best not to.  

The only thing she might have regreted in all this taking with the Iron Roses, is the distinct lack of allowing the rebels to suffer if she found them.  That isn't to say she slowly bled them with tiny dagger cuts, but she would leave them with an untreatable gash.  The woman stood in solitary thought.  She didn't have much of anywhere to be unless she wanted to disobey their captain.

The elf thought more on this tradition of taking a mostly untested youth and putting them in charge of a military operation.  How odd was it, that such a renown troop was headed by a young girl?  The elf understood the tradition and what seemed to be of meaning behind it but it still sat as odd to her.  Still, she was mostly sure that all enemy combatants were accounted for.  As much as she wanted to sneak off early and crush the enemy forces, she didn't want to go against anything their Captain may have planned.  Despite everything, she did have a Vampire as an advisor so even with her young age, she likely knew what she was doing.