Stepping forward, Claudia rested a hand on Oleg's shoulder. With the other she motioned back towards trading post's main building, where Svetlana awaited, as she muttered in his ear.<strong>"Calm yourself, Oleg. It's bad enough she saw the battle, but would you really want your wife to see you string up someone that surrendered and hang him from the gate? The other bandits have paid in blood already, and their leaders will pay soon enough. Please allow me to handle the situation from now on."</strong><br/><br/>Turning to step towards the bandit, she placed her hands on her hips and stared at the pleading man.<strong>"If you truly value your life, then you should begin speaking. If what you have to tell us is good enough, I'll see that you can make your way to the roads to Pitax or Restov, rather than . . ."</strong>She trailed off, her eyes moving meaningfully to the bandit's fallen comrades.