Anna
Elsabet 
Outside Monustes

As the islander criminal kept talking to the men, and not particularly paying any attention to Elsabet, she walked up to her with a hand on her hilt and took one of her wrists, then the other and held them together.

"Please stop talking or I will personally bind your mouth." She said though wasn't sure if Violet could understand her.

Her eyes held disdain for the girl as she pulled her over to the other men,"Have you rope to bind her wrists- and for the love of whatever god you follow can you leave the boy alone?"

Cú bounded over to the knight and sat himself down with a soft thud, looking expectingly at the man who held Cleos.
Karen
Goodwine Wallaice and Quinn

Quinn took the pack off his back and threw one length of rope to Goodwine and manacles to the Terresolian Knight.

"We're takin' both uff 'em." Wallaice said, removing the sword from the boy's neck and forcing his knee down onto the boy's back. He delighted in this, Quinn could tell. The broken smile on his face was proof enough, but he had spent enough time with Goodwine to know exactly what he planned to do. Wallaice would want them both together, and would take them on the same route they went out on. They deliver the boy to wherever they came from and would caught a handsome bag of coin or provisions from whatever family he had managed to run away from. *Shitbloods didn't catch much of a ransom but this boy*, Quinn thought *This boy was strange. Maybe Wallaice has a point to take him.* The way the boy talked had sent his ears up. It wasn't lowborn tongue. 

As Goodwine began to bind the boy's arms and wrists together, Quinn took a knee towards the boy, <"What could a Shitblood like you want in Taemar? Are you a bastard of that man in Rounkastel? The castellan in Sturm?"His tone was intended to be soothing, but from the way Goodwine's knee was digging into his spine, he'd be surprised if he ever heard him. 

The two paid little or no attention to Violet, who was hurling obscenities at them. Quinn knew better to not let his pride get the best of him, but he worried for Goodwine Wallaice. They had been ordered not to hurt the criminal and he feared the boy might be punished in her stead. 

<"Ser,"Quinn stood and approached the woman's dog, <"If you'd be so kind as to bring us to the coastline with our prisoners, you'd all but have to state your reward."It wasn't often that a Knight would help them.
Heather
Violet lazily allowed herself to be dragged around by the knight, not feeling the need to struggle or take any opportunities to do anything to the knight. She did, however, give a few words to the knight. "I give you this one warning, from one former knight to another: You're acting a fool and putting your own head on the chopping block." 

Her attention was then brought over to the captor as he began beating down the boy. Had they pieced together that he was nobility? Or did Bradai already figure it out when he dispatched these two idiots? 

"Oi. This is between us. I don't want this brat to steal any of th' action. I'm not even shackled yet. You really wanna risk making me mad when I'm loose?" There was a dangerous glint in her one good eye, the wicked playfulness had all but disappeared. The birds in the nearby trees fled all at once in a cloud of flapping dark feathers. The horse she initially planned to use for her exit let out a bone chilling whinny and wildly bucked about before dashing off into the forest.