Tehr nodded, it was time for action.  He'd reach down and tear the man's shirt from him.  Balling it up he'd hand it to the man, "Press this to the wound in your side.  If you agree to tell this story to the sheriff, under oath and under effect of a priest's spell of truth, then we'll take you along with us and turn you over to the authorities.  If your story is true, and you help us prove what you've said, then we will urge any judge for leniancy in your actions in this crime."<br/><br/>"Eeva," Tehr said gesturing to the halfling who he'd been fucking not half an hour ago, "Find something to bind this villain with then collect his gold and his horse, it would be cruel to leave a beast in the woods."<br/><br/>Then turning to Emily he gestured to her shoulder, "Are you ok?"<br/><br/>She nodded, "I'll live."<br/><br/>Tehr frowned, "In my pack I have a single vial of red liquid, it's a healing draught.  If you want it, I urge you to drink it.  If not, see to the injured horse, you have my leave to use it on the beasts's wound."<br/><br/>Then turning back to the assassin he said, "Consider why d'Dale didn't tell you I was a mage.  Wonder if she wanted you actually to be the one lying dead in the woods.  I'm sure you've heard stories of what us mages can do.  Turn men to frogs, roast them alive with but a glance, or turn their bodies inside out as their bones explode like popping corn.  While you think of that and think of how you're going to keep me happy, remember that you live only because I wished it so!"