Edward finally emerged from the battle, a swag bag slung over his shoulder, filled with the coins he managed to pilfer off the scattered brigands and the traitors from before; all in all it was a decent haul, certainly enough to start him over fresh. He approached Alice and the village leaders, he looked between them, having mostly caught up to speed. He wanted to be in despair over Alice giving away who they were, but then again, if the villagers were willing to help keep them secret, he could definitely consent to using some of their influence to their advantage. Still, no need to refrain from playing bad knight to perchance drive up the value of their staying here...<br/><br/>"My lady, it would indeed be for the greater good if we ridded the villagers of these brigands, but as we are on the lam, we can't really stress our supplies and our equipment. If we marched on their hideout, they could hunker down and break us against their walls, leaving us vulnerable should we run into those men who were after you before."