The sorceress nodded to herself with a grim expression, before motioning with a wave of one arm for the others to gather around.<br/><br/><strong>"We'll need some rope then to tie you up. We'll let Oleg decide how he wants to deal with you, bandit. I humbly suggest that you apologize whole heartedly though, and act as helpful as possible. Shall we start with a few questions? Such as who knows you were making this run on the trading post, and when you're next expected back home?"</strong><br/><br/>If they were lucky these folk were low ranking bandits, and it would be assumed that they were taken out by the local wildlife or something. If they were unlucky . . . well, things would become considerably more complicated. Hands on her robe-covered hips the petite woman did her best to loom, ready to drop a quick blast of magical might should the bandit suddenly become brave.