He repositioned the bodies so that they faced away from the entrance, as if they had rolled away, just in case someone started walking around, but after the last one according to the mage's count, he sighed, and stepped back outside, having cleaned the blade on the last bandit. He then whistled, long and loud, putting the tablets back into their pouch, before heading back to the other tents, grabbing cloaks, long shirts, anything that he could find for the women to cover themselves with. He would let the mage do the talking, while he brought the fire back up to full, and got a meal going. He was in shock, a mild case, and doing something routine would let him get over the looks of absolute terror on most of the bandits as they had woken up, their throats opened, the familiar, desperate desire to not die in their eyes.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, and then the adrenaline rush passed, leaving him shaking, exhausted, and feeling as if he should be vomiting, but he ignored the last one, simply placing his head between his knees, and letting the payment for his work pass. It only took a minute, he knew how to encourage himself to hurry it along, and he was as normal as he ever was, and able to focus on the objectives again. He finished making the meal, food stuffs raided from the tents, and slapped the edge of the tent with the females in it, the elf still talking with them. "Meal on the fire, if anyone is hungry. Going to deal with the bodies."