[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara – Forest north of Borstown, Bandit Farm[/h3]
The wounded bandit simply glared at Yanin silently upon being asked who he and his commander were, clearly pushed past the point where he felt like being cooperative without some sort of additional encouragement. As the silence went on Vela moved all the way up beside the human knight and, crossbow still loaded and held in a grip to be ready to aim and fire, fixed the bandit with a cold stare of her own.
A mere several meters behind her came Quintin, resuming his role as bodyguard now that the greater battle was over. He had returned his bow to its holster for the time being and instead occupied his hands with his slender longsword, which he was currently idly wiping with a piece of cloth.

It was not until Yanin posed his second question and offered the bandit the incitement of potential healing, that the wounded man broke his silence to burst into a coarse laughter that quickly turned into a coughing fit. “You'd wanna heal me just so I'll make a prettier corpse after y'all hang me?” he spat at the ground and swore venomously under his breath. “The only way you're getting a damn thing outta me is after you've healed me [I]and[/I] let me go. Do that, and I'll shout the answer back to y'all as I leave. I [I]promise[/I].” The word “promise” was spoken with as much sarcasm as a word could possibly contain.