Zandra took the cup and looked into it, could it be poisoned? No, if so all of his men would be dead. She looked up at the bandit, he was strange. Always threatening her, and then being kind. She took a small sip and then spoke, "What do Knights and Bandits really talk about?" She doubted that Knights and Bandits actually talked, more of just killed each other. She was undoubtedly lucky. She sighed, "You could start with you name." If he told her his name, she would return the favor and tell him hers.