With two of the cutpurses on their knees clutching at their guts and a third one with an arrow between the eyes having a slight case of death, the last thug making a Leeroy Jenkins charge at Shadowe thinks better of pushing things further and brakes on his leather boots and lowers his blade. He put both his hands up and backed away, "Yeah, fair point..." he muttered to Yarith, he looked back to the leader of the small gang, who was still groaning on the floor and just about now catching his breath. "Bloody wanderin' adventurers... We only tryin' ta get some coin, seein' as there ain't no real work happenin' round these parts..." The leader muttered, lifting a hand to his brow to wipe the sweat from there.<br/><br/>The cutpurse left standing helps up the leader as the third one grips the leather jerkin of the standing one to pull himself back up to their feet too. They grumble a bit though it's fairly clear they agree on the same, "We'll take the mercy and redemption..." the one says, "...Ma'am..." another one adds, flusteredly bowing their head in shame, "Just no more attacking us, right?". Shadowe let out an exhale from a breath in he was going to use for an aimed shot and slipped his bow back on over his shoulder. "I reckon them passing over some of that ill-gotten loot they're bound to be hoarding will be a good enough apology, hmmm dear Paladin?" he grinned, rubbing a leather gloved hand against his chin. The thugs start muttering about that and don't seem too keen on that though. Shadowe nudged Yarith gently, "Sounds like the next settlement round here could be trouble if this lot came from there... What's our next move?"