Reluctantly the three mercenaries give up their weapons and kneel before the victories bandits, and they are bound. Their resentment intensifies however as the terms of their surrounded are laid out. “Go to Hell.<strong>Hey!</strong>” the mage spits, snapping at Albron as his large fingers deprive her of a pouch from her waist, and a smaller one, hidden underneath her cloak, just below her breasts. With that done she returns her attention to Pride, “I'll keep my current god,”  and the warrior beside her nods in agreement. The other caster, whose armour and and shield suggested a closer connection to a god, and yet,<strong>“Aye, I'll take an oath,”</strong>the two mercenaries round on him, demanding an explanation,<strong>“You saw that hellspawn's magic. Asmodeus grants boons to his followers. One deity is as good as another,”</strong>the bald man shrugs.<em>“I would break your face upon these flagstones, but someone tied my hands behind my back,”</em>the warrior snarls, but it seems like there is more to it than that. Both the mage and the warrior remain adamant, the price asked is too high, but they do not truly judge their companion for accepting it, not after they chose to drop their weapons.<br/><br/>The mage moves to the door, then calls out to the archers waiting outside, trying to warn them of what happened.<br/><br/>OOC: Anyone who succeeds on a sense motive check of 19+ can tell she is about to do this and can try and stop her by either successfully grabbing her by the throat and squeezing (with a successfully grapple check) or knocking the wind out of her (dealing 10+ points of damage to her).<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mahsati </div><div class="spoiler_body"> Two magical auras. The half-orcs equipment look masterwork quality, but not magical, but he has two potions in his belt. </div></div>