[h3]Sir Yanin Glade [/h3]

	The bandit sputtered when inquired about the dead brute, twisting his bruised torso and still guarding his mangled hand to actually look at the large, shocked and impaled man, only to swear and, with what was perhaps surprising intensity given that he had been half-dragged past a dozen of his dead comrades, and could easily see at least another dozen if he bothered to take a look at the farthest side of the battlefield the counterattack had originated from, proclaimed, [i]"You're damn right he's important, he's our commander!”[/i]
	Yanin might not have been good at reading reactions, but it was at least [i]more[/i] of one than that of just seeing death, nay, slaughter, on their side. [i]Not many of "you" left ... were there?[/i] Not hours before, Quintin had reported these people had been talking something implying a successfully completed mission and returning home. 
	[color=f7976a]"And who'd that be, exactly?"[/color] Yanin continued with his line of questioning - not that he had much better to do with his time for the time being, especially with the angel of fear still there. [color=f7976a]"You, your commander."[/color] 

	For as long as the bandit kept talking, he would stay alive, at least. Surely, he could see that his fellow bandits had lost already, with only five of them being - at least physically - still functional, and two more being alive, if liable to expire in less than a day without medical aid. More accurate estimates were best left to the actual healers here. Their mission had been rendered a failure ... or had it? They wouldn't be reaping the [i]benefits[/i] of the mission, but whatever it was, it could still have been completed, for, most likely, worse. 
	This guy only had his life, death and health left to bargain with. Maybe those of the other dead or incapacitated bandits. Maybe a family or friends, somewhere - seemed on brand for people such as these to threaten the families of others, and though Yanin himself wouldn't let incur any harm upon innocents - no further harm than the removal of a family member past redemption, anyway - then these people wouldn't exactly know it. 
	Lady Bor wasn't exactly subtle in telling them that if these people couldn't be safely restrained or tried something, she wouldn't mind if they died. Her focus sounded to be solely on Borstown and her people - not the wider tracking down of whatever nefarious things these bandits or their employers had been up to in Rodoria, or even Reniam at large. And she was quite blatant about being ready to execute them on the spot for the crimes they had already committed even if they remained cooperative. [i]Safer for them all, certainly.[/i]
	It would be up to the guy to convince them in any one outcome. Death, imprisonment, being healed ... or not. Though there had been no harm brought upon Yanin himself, he could feel a faint twinge of pain just looking at the poor sod's hand. HE definitely wouldn't have much use of it if it was left as-is.  
 
	There had been a fair amount of time for the bandit to volunteer as much as he was willing to based on the initial questions.
[color=f7976a]	And, pray tell, what [i]was[/i] your mission, and what drove you to attack a nearby town last night?[/color] Another pause. Farther away, Sir Freagon and Lhirinthyl had disappeared into the farmhouse. [color=f7976a]"Up to you how this goes from here. Make a good enough case and I might see if any of the healers here - once they're done all they can for the town's healer - can do anything about your hand, your commander, or anyone else here. You'd probably need to be quick and conclusive for most of them, if it isn't too late already."[/color]
	It would be a waste of resources, perhaps, especially since there was no guarantee Lady Bor's or the people's will wouldn't be to execute these people, anyway, but it was an argument.