"So there's more," Kyria says, not sounding terribly surprised. "Someone like a guildmaster, I suppose, hm? Controls the local black markets, and the bandits working in an area pay up every so often but are otherwise left to their own? Of course, there's not a LOT of trade here to prey on, so I'm guessing you guys...who were in charge of the territory with the only real outpost around...were probably the cream of the crop, right?"
She goes over to the captive and grabs his hair to pull his head back so she can look him in the face.
"Or at least she was. The rest of you...overgrown boys, mostly. Thugs and bullies she was trying to mold into murderers."
Kyria looks over at where the Prince and the others are.
"Didn't see any magic or trained birds...or roosts for any...so it's likely the Stag Lord and these outlying bands don't communicate very often. We have some time before this gets his attention, and some more time still before he's able to muster up a force and do something about it."
She nods. "We'd better use it wisely though."