Done scattering the bandits, he glanced at the horses, before roaring an order. "GET THOSE HORSES! Celebrate later."<br/><br/>He darted in front of the nearest pair, trying to drive the faster animal back to the stockade. If the horses went back to their herd, the bandits could use them again. And a mounted bandit was far worse than a bandit on foot. He did note the directions everyone went, no doubt the bandits were too stupid to try and misdirect people away from the camp when panicked. But all and all, he was impressed with how well the group had done with its first 'battle.' Quick, easy, and no wounds on their side, an excellent morale boost for the group. The druid would tend to the caught horses, taking care of hurt animals would boost his morale, while he checked with the locals about where the bandits were holed up.