"Alright," he says, looking over the aftermath of the fight. "We'll have time to celebrate later. Gather their weapons. One minute before we move in. Anyone wants to tell us anything that'll make it more likely we get your friends to surrender instead of fighting to the death, I'm all ears." He begins carefully wiping his blade down while heading for the farmhouse, keeping his eyes out for a counter-counterambush and letting the others dissociate themselves as they would.<br/><br/>[[23/31 HP after the heal]]