The bandit woman spat on the ground. "Pah, you're no better than the old, fat, drunk bastard, are you? Jest killin' off the 'competition' so you can take over, eh? If that's the way it is, be that, ye fuckin' bastards,"<br/><br/>Most of the group looked fairly hesitant at the idea of killing someone who'd surrendered, though Torak does heft his weapon, glancing uncertainly towards Devaguea.