Cat watched the men run off, considered giving chase and decided it wasn’t worth it.  Their leader had a good chance of dying of his wound or infection, but even if he didn’t, he’d not be robbing anyone in the near future.  The other man had certainly gotten off lightly, but perhaps he’d be wary of ‘innocent lasses’ in the future as well.  She was a little disappointed that she’d had to use the ring so openly and then allow them to live, but the chances of them living in an encounter with the Drow were slim and even slimmer that the dark elves would listen if they tried to betray her.  Though, if they did and she heard of it, she’d make sure they wanted to die for a good long time before they actually did.<br/><br/>She dismounted, giving Garnet a good petting and telling him what a good job he had done.  He hadn’t even had to break a sweat, but she dug out a small piece of sugared candy for him anyway, letting him crunch away while she retrieved her dagger from the throat of the dead brigand.  Wiping it on his trousers and tearing off a piece of his shirt that wasn’t bloodstained, though was certainly greasy enough she noticed with distaste as she cleaned both weapons before  putting them away and searching the dead man.<br/><br/>She pocketed the 15 gold pieces wondering whom they had been stolen from.  No matter, it would be foolish to leave them there and she didn’t believe in curses following the money.  The three daggers interested her far more.  They were masterpieces and she knew they had to be stolen recently.  As sloppy as this man was, he’d never have such finely cared for weapons for long.  She rolled the body off to the side of the road.  If his companions cared for him, they’d come back eventually.  She tied the greatclub onto the back of the saddle, mounted Garnet and headed back down the road to Sirlev.<br/>