Behind a rock in the entrance of a bandit camp...and an abandoned one at that. As Allereun mulled over those words, wondering where the previous bandits had gone, whether they were similarily eradicated or had moved elsewhere, the panicked man proved himself to be an escape artist. Untying the ropes that bound him with just a few quick movements, before smoothly mounting one of the horses and then galloping off, the bandit made his retreat before the apothecary could even get over how fascinatingly skilled the man was with freeing himself from the ropes. Waving good bye to the man as he disappeared into the forest, Allereun pocketed his iL once more, before shrugging. Next time, it'd probably be better if he hung people upside down on a tree before questioning them. Or maybe cut off their thumbs, which seemed to be rather important when tying and untying knots. Putting those grim thoughts into the back of his mind, the red-headed man took a look at the loot that had been gathered from the bodies of the remaining bandits. It would be nice if they were alive, but, judging by the reactions of the noble Leifr, the first two were both dead. Ah well. No more questions to be answered from that source. There was, however, the questions of the most greviously injured man, Fiore, who wondered about Alleruen's objectives. [b]“Ah, Sir Fiore,”[/b] he said, [b]“I hail from the town northeast from here, Calistre, a humble apothecary here to partake in the Three Moon Festival of Calgeth. I've had quite some luck with finding Lunar Blossoms here in the past, so hopefully, such luck would persist during the night of three full moons.”[/b] [b]“What about your own group? I find it unlikely that it's a typical task for two nobles and a prodigious Scribe to be clearing out small-town bandits.”[/b] Of course, there were other things that he kept quiet about, but it wasn't like he could trust people just because they were nobles. And he didn't even REALLY know what a Scribe was, other than the fact that it sounded like a smart thing.