Oirhandir grew impatient. True, a good deed was a good deed, but they'd been hired to guard a caravan, not to enforce justice in the entire region about Orussus, or to reform every ne'er-do-well between Orussus and Covington.
"If I might?", interjected the elf. "As I see it, we have three tasks before us: escort this caravan to Covington, deal with three bandits or ex-bandits as they may be, and to deal with the money and weapons we've taken from them and their departed companions. I say we look after Ingus's affairs first. That means we can't take our trio of thieves to the next caravan, unless we either stay here while they heal up, or they ride with Ingus and his men. Fang, if you really want to let the other caravans deal with the thieves, we need to ask Ingus about having them along. I think we may be better off by just taking their sharp, pointy playthings away from them and sending them off to try to find another way to live.
As for the money, since we have an idea whose it might be, I say we hang onto it until we reach Covinginton. There, we can go from caravan to caravan, and Lasair can use her...Zivaash to tell if they're telling the truth about being robbed. We pay back what we can, and divide any leftovers between us. Then each of us can do what they will with their share -- give it to the poor, or spend it on cheap wine and cheaper trinkets. But no matter what we do, I'd like to be on our way, for who knows what else may befall us and cause us delay."