"<strong>Dibs</strong>" Silas declared flatly as he shamelessly gathered the bandit's things, sliding her short sword into his empty scabbard before picking up the bow, frowning when he saw it was a type he had no experience in using, "<strong>what's a bandit doing with a longbow?</strong>" He inquired, as much to himself as to anyone else in the group, "<strong>if you were going for mobility, which you <em>should've</em> since you're on horseback, you should've gone with a short bow.</strong>"<br/><br/>This close to the bandit, Silas couldn't help but eye her up, the result of which was rather disappointing. She had some nice hips, but everything else was, well, nonexistent. What she<em>did</em>have was an accent unlike any he's heard amongst the groups he ran with,<em><strong>where's the canter?</strong></em>he thought as he looked at the bandit. The rogue was beginning to wonder if she was any proper bandit at all.