He passed out the last of his rations to the captives, leaving when there was enough light for the horses to not put a foot wrong. Once on the road, he kept the carriage moving at a brisk but safe pace, trying to keep the carriage from jostling too much. He didn't want to have to explain damage to them as well as the fact that he even had them. Though he could just... He shook his head, no, he had chosen this course, and would see it to its end. Besides, he wanted to talk with the sergeant, see if he had forgiven him for basically strong arming him into not allowing an official response from his boys. That they all survived was no doubt reward enough for him, but he would likely not see it that way. Though he could always just flash his assassin's guild member tattoo if he wanted to get snarky. He would rather not, but better that than imprisoned.