Meen-La
Location: Orange Road.
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What a farce.

Ambush and run? Perhaps, a good idea if the mage had a trap, but as it stood...it was barely enough to get ones blood pumping. Not that it particularly mattered much. As her eyes scanned the field, she'd heft her warhammer and make a beeline to follow the fleeing brigit. If Kiffar and Avindr wanted the glory of taking the Atronochs so be it. She'd try to nip this problem before it came back.

"Criminal harm? You wound me, Sindri." Meen-La chuckled. "We've nothing more than a bandit in front of us. A bandit deserves whatever they get as recompense, yes? So instead of taking her in," The Argonian's mouth turned upwards into a grin. "We should treat her just like the bandit she is and give her a befitting death. Maybe I could lop off her head? Crush her ribs and let her suffocate slowly while birds and monsters eat her entrails?"

The only thing stopping her, at the moment, was the fact that this was not her band of misfits...but she could try to sway the others at least to end her.