Amy
He laughs, "I'd like to see you try." He says, "I believe there's a clearing nearby, if you want to try your hand against me. Not to the death, of course, just a sparring match." He offers, his voice is confident, perhaps overly so
Brenda
"Spars are for fops with things to prove or novices with much to learn," Growled the dunmer. "If I decide to hit you it'll be with the intention that are not getting up again. As it were, I'm a bit busy. Shut up now, I think they're leaving." 

And as it so happened, they were. The dead had been packed, with as many of the pieces as their *Living* Fellows could stand to carry. The rain had let up a bit, making things a bit clearer to see by. 

The dunmer was a tangle of limbs crawling out of the woods at a hasty scurry. He was a sight, snuffling on the ground, eyeing up all the new footprints and bits of stray cloth left on the ground. So it seemed the mud would make things easier for a stretch, slowing down the caravan and buying him time to catch up before (he supposed) they would quit the open road.
Amy
"So are you going to tear that caravan to shreds, too?" He asks, some writing can be heard. "You fighters and your refusal to train at all. What a downfall." He says mockingly
Brenda
"If I mauled them to bits I'd not have a way to find my things. What's it to you anyway? Is your vocation to be a gnat?"
Amy
"I suppose that's a good point." He says, "Would you like help, convincing them? I can be quite persuasive when I need to be"
Brenda
"You've not even managed to convince me I shouldn't break your neck and be done with it," The dunmer growled from his crouch in the mud.
Amy
"I haven't tried attacking, now have I?" He asks, rhetorically, "And, I mean, look at the state of you. Your outfit makes you look like a beggar, easy to kill. You don't have much to bargain with, or even threaten with. I on the other hand, I my equipment is expensive and armored."
Brenda
"For one thing, I don't bargain with thieves - and *Threatening* Them is the least of my intentions. Looks have little with anything. And weren't you under the presumption I'd just murdered an innocent caravan?"
Amy
"Exactly, that's why I want you to think this through. If they are a group of thieves they'll just rob you for what little you have, if they're a normal caravan I doubt they'll help you, you're covered in mud and blood and wearing the most drab attire I've ever seen, the most they'll do is maybe take you to the nearest city." He says