"Not been around here long, eh?" the man said, still clutching his nose with one hand. "These woods're under suspicion of harboring bandits. Been searching 'em for days now, didn't turn up nothin' 'til you lot showed up. Sorry for the trouble 'an all, miss, but the one we're lookin' for wouldn't exactly give us a chance to say 'hello', an' your friends don't look much like villagers t' me."<br/><br/>He spared a glance towards his two comrades, still clutching their wounded ankles, and heaved a long and regretful sigh.<br/><br/>"Name's Ricard. Can't speak for the cowards who ran off, but I won't touch ye. Ain't nobody I trust who'd pay an angel's bounty anyways."<br/><br/>Raijiin watched the man as he spoke. He heard the sincerity in Ricard's voice and believed him. " I believe this one... I think he means no harm now that he knows we aren't the bandits he's after... may I help him?" the half demon asked the angel. Raijiin pulled out his flute again, this time it was normal size as he prepared to play it.