Aelfric was scowling after the escaping bandits as he slowed to a stop next to the two not-quite-so-distressed damsels. He was deeply regretting leaving his horse behind at that point. They were too far ahead and traveling too light in order for him to be able to catch them on foot, and Aelfric took offense to bandits prowling about his land. Knowing that it would be useless to give chase, the baron sheathed his sword with a harrumph and turned towards the two women. He simply stared at them for a long moment, taking in L's ears without expression. He glanced down at the bodies. Two men dead, and one knocked unconscious at the least and possibly dying from brain injury. He looked at Anthea and raised an eyebrow. "I would say that you took that a little too far, but I doubt the vermin would have been any nicer about it." He told her, finally breaking his silence.

He took one last regretful look after the fleeing men, who were already almost over the hill. "I would like to take care of that right now," He said, more to himself than the two women, "But there's nothing for it. I'll have to arrange a search party after I'm done with all this business. Speaking of which..." He turned back to the two women. He had a stern look on his face, and his bright green eyes had a piercing intensity to them. He did, however, bow slightly to them. Baron Aelfric was nothing if not a gentleman, after all. Still, he had no illusions about them being ordinary peasant girls out for a stroll. No, that particular idea was dispelled once he saw Anthea knife down two men without a second thought. "Now," he began in the voice he normally reserved for pronouncing judgement in the cases the villagers brought to him, "I would like to know whom you two ladies are, and what you are doing in these ruins."