Nodding his agreement, Eolan scratches Orlan behind the ear. "Yes, we best truss this other foul fey up and get him to some health so we can question him--not unlike that orc back at Relgore's cave, right?"
Peering about, the red-headed knight adds, "That is a good thought about their movement on this path, perhaps we should move to a slightly more defensible position. Where there are two, there could be more." Wheeling his war horse around, Eolan moves 20 feet down the path from the direction the redcaps came, stops and listens.