Kelly
*Nox shook his head and frowned. It didn't make sense to him how everyone was seemingly killed, bandits and escort alive, but all the amour was gone. His best guess was that the bandits had retreated and someone had forgotten something, coma back, and run into him. Whatever they came back for must have been well worth it for them to make the risk, which piqued Nox's interest. He would not dismount and rode forward to the source of the voice slowly, weapons'at the ready.*
Michael
"I don't believe you. I strongly suggest for your own sake that you drop your weapons now."
Patricia
Silver chuckled mirthlessly. "He doesn't believe me, what else is new?" She muttered to herself, grabbing her chain and tapping it against the metal carriage floor to guide the man to her. At least he was approaching, even if he didn't trust her. "The only weapons I have are my fists, and the magic knuckles I can summon to them. And, as I've already said, I'd prefer to keep my arms attached to my body, if you don't mind." She leaned back against the overturned carriage, waiting for him. "If you haven't noticed, this is a slave caravan. Is it so strange that I'm chained and defenseless?"
Kelly
*Nox didn't believe her. He said: "So let me get this straight: a band of bandits attacked your caravan, and somehow even after looting everything, you're still alive?" Nothing added up at this point, but perhaps it was because Nox hated the rain and was in a rush. He would follow the noise until he figured the person was just out of the visible range and say: "Suppose I believe you-" Before riding through the mist and heavy rain to look at the person or bandits.*