At his demand, the bandit he was engaged in melee with seemed to draw a short breath, avoiding the imminent retaliation for now.<br/>"Hey chief, maybe we hear this one out, yeah?" he yelled back, not bulging an inch from where he stood, pretty sure that if he made any move the armored man would end him then and there.<br/>"I don't know who you are, or why you're here but I'm willing to talk if you'll stop killing my men for the moment. You come for the girl? Take her, she's more trouble than she's worth." the man from the cave called. "Why don't you come over and we talk face to face? Like men."<br/>"Don't trust them-" the female voice called out again, only to be cut short by the man yelling at her.<br/>"Silence! You're testing my patience and hospitality, woman!"<br/>"Your wha-? I'll fucking slaughter you!" the threat was accompanied by the rattle of chains. Apparently the female didn't agree with whatever welcome she was given, though it seemed she was distracted from trying to talk to Valdis now.<br/><br/>"What do you say buddy, we don't need a slave, you get the girl and leave and no one else has to die?" the bandana wearing bandit offered. A slave. Now there was an idea. With his powers, Valdis could easily make these wretches work for him. He could enjoy all the spoils, slaves and loot they'd gather, and the curs would be kept in check by fear... fear of his wrath unleashed to end their miserable existence...