"Hiii!" The man seemed suitably intimidated at the vision of flames and the seriousness of the words that Marric spoke, casting a look at the untied hostage rising up to stand slowly too, the halfling woman whispering with her it seemed, while the man turned his attention to Marric quickly again. "I- I don't know much our boss was the swordsman here, but we're just a small band. The Snakehead has like, fifteen groups like ours, with anything from three to six members each. We hunt in small groups unless we learn of bigger prey. Easier to spread the loot later like that." He explained quickly.<br/><br/>"U-umm Snakehead has skill with both magic and blade. I've seen him cut a man in single attack so that they died on the spot, without warning, but I've also seen him cast magic to heal badly injured folks as long as they are loyal to him. He also tends to have this little pet viper around. Vicious as hell, one new group had a girl resisting Snakehead's idea and the viper bit her. She died terribly soon after."