Tarowyn watches as Jericho proceeds to walk off on his own. I can't ever tell what is on that human's mind…
The elf turns to Bhartus and Ardoss for a short moment, then looks to the 'deputies'.
"I believe we'll take our prisoners on foot, instead," Tarowyn states coldly as he draws his bow. He points it at the Fist's captives, but is ready to fire on the 'guards', if something untoward happens.
"On your feet, hotheads," he says to the prisoners, "we've wasted enough time with this pissing match."