Aiden saw the reluctance in her eyes as Serra handed him the blade. He had a particular hatred for bandits ever since they attacked his village, killing his mother. He never had a second thought about killing one. He almost had the blade when he stopped. He shook his head. "Nevermind, you hold onto it if you need it." He took out the small blade from his survival pack that he had. It's blade was small, and wouldn't go deep enough for a fatal injury around the torso, but it was easy to hide in the hand during a fight and could make quick work of someone's vital points. Most of all, when he thought about it, he didn't want to leave her without anything to protect herself should something happen. Aiden large and strong, especially for his age, his father made sure of it. If it came down to a fight, at least he could hold his own.

Aiden silently moved up and behind the bandits as if he was stalking a hunt. He took a long way around and looked to see if there was anyone on the other side of the wagon before moving toward it. with any luck, there even may be something in the wagon he could use. if not,he would have to take a weapon from the first bandit he brought down.