As the fight wraps up, and the opponents are either piled in the middle, or gagged and bound, Sydon returns, dragging an unconscious wererat with him. "Little bugger put up one hell of a fight. Shame none of you were there to see it!" he said, cheerfully, despite a few lacerations.<br/><br/>All in all, there were more than a dozen opponents, and all of them seemed to be weres; most were wererats, but a couple of werewolves, and the weretiger, rounded out the group. Searching through their equipment would also reveal a handful of dragonbane arrows, issued to each of the archers - this was clearly meant to be a trap for him.