It was the nervous man that would answer her question. Walking slowly around the young woman, keeping he between himself and the other man. Not from some military straregy, no secret battle technique, but for his own safety. He still had questions on how dangerous she might be, but the approaching bandit, he was truly to be feared.<br/><br/>"They died in valiant effort, lives lost to defend the honor their lord and his wares. We killed them, he and I. However, only he took it upon himself to foul hinself by moving the dead. My hands are clean."<br/><br/>The large fellow, was not there when she emerged, and was far less concerned with the consequences of his actions. So to him, she was just a pleasant to look at, little woman. "Well then you just keep your hands clean, while I get to know this pretty young thing."