<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/0c/27/7d/0c277d925f71c3f1bc2da87109dbccf8.jpg)</div>He gladly accepted one of the melons into his strong, sturdy arms, and cradled it carefully, so that it would not get damaged or dropped.  When Lyara came, exclaiming his name quite excitedly, he turned about to regard her, maintaining an air of composure; almost of officiality. "Yes? What's wrong?" He heard what she wanted to say, what was so important, and he nodded. "Aye, I think this is a terrible threat and that it needs tending to."<br/><br/>For a few moments, he looked her over. Not as a man typically looked a woman over; no lust, no lechery, no scandal here. It was the build of her body, the wear on her attire, the stance she held, the weapon she carried. It's one warrior appraising another warrior; assessing her combat ability.  He gives a sharp nod of his head. "If you are as good as you look, I think you'd be a fine addition to the crew I was thinking of putting together."<br/><br/>And then Ares made his rough presence known. The man was rough around the edges, but then again, Leofwine was pretty used to that from his time as a conscript. That grit; he had a reason for it, the half-elf knew.  He carried in the firemelon he was holding, and went to set it out on a clear space on the table. "Well, for me at least, it wasn't much of a social call. If I wanted to see how you were, I'd have waited for tavern night." He says with a chuckle.<br/><br/>he gave Ares the floor, as the war cleric put out his thoughts on the opinion. "That's about the length and width of it. The fiends need to be brought down; they may not have harmed our village yet, but we can't let the risk grow. Besides, my father's vineyards are far too close to that road for me to be comfortable with.  I, of course, feel like this 'Gray Eyes' should be brought in alive, for proper justice. We can always break his legs and arms so he can't run."<br/><br/>And Leofwine is entirely casual with this suggestion of breaking bones of their would-be prisoner to stop any potential flight escapes; a perhaps shocking reminder that as much of a good person as he may seem to be, he will get his hands dirty and bloody in the pursuit of what he believes is the correct course of action. "And with the reward on other bandit heads, I don't see why we shouldn't execute the lot of them. They've made their bed, and they can sleep in it, as the saying goes." Though it wasn't even about the money for him; more about punishing the criminals, and discouraging any would-be in the future from wanting to go down that road.<br/><br/>"Of course, we should try and make sure that the Rangers are alive and well; that we can bring them back to their court and their families. That would be the most important thing, I think." He concludes, and looks around at the others to assess their reactions to his plan.