He blinked, and then nodded to the mage, before heading to the tents, dragging the bodies out. Most of them had been in simple, basic clothing, rather than something that might have been worth anything, so they were simply carried into the forest and dumped, though he did give them a quick check to enure they didn't have something hidden. The two that had been on sentry duty were more thoroughly checked, though he did strip the leather armor off these, as they might be worth something, once the two or three knife holes were fixed. He dumped the useful things in the outermost tent, figuring it would be best to keep his distance from the woman, trying to remember the SARC course he had been through a couple years back. Most of what he remembered was about getting them to a hospital as soon as possible for evidence preservation, but he did remember that him being close would likely be upsetting.<br/><br/>He began checking the various bandit tents, grabbing the stuff that seemed useful and piling it in the outer most tent with the rest he had purloined, figuring the women deserved a fair share, since they had been the most traumatized by their ordeal, so began splitting things into eight different piles, making sure they had bags for carrying their share, but he did toss the heavier items in 'his' pile, more of the coinage and lighter goods that seemed actually worth something going into the other seven. The coins he got from the two bandits he killed to save the mage, however, he kept for himself, his attention half on the pile in front of him, the rest on the entrance behind and slightly to the side, able to see it out of the corner of his eye, and listened to the camp, ensuring that if something went down, he would know about it before someone shoved a knife into his kidneys.