Ydalon
Drawing one of the silver-hilt daggers from the burned tower, Ydalon stepped towards the bandit. With some cuts and tears he crafted a serviceable gag from the back of the man's shirt, and took the honours.
"If you'd washed your clothes more," he said, from the comfort of his own worn rags, "you'd be left a better taste in your mouth."
He left him there on the ground, returning to Telryn's side.
"As for Eruwin, anyone the Lords have trouble killing is good company. We'll go soon as he feels fit enough to travel. Gather up whatever's useful on the dead please, and get the bandit to his feet. I'll try and get the others ready."
With that, the boy called for Nivram and Detheriel to assist Telryn and break camp, and dashed off after Isokla, a slight smile on his lips at a chance to exhaust himself and leave the site of skirmish behind him.
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