Taking another pair of binders out of his pack, Sobec ties the wrists of the bandit as the vesk's solar weapon reforms into a tiny star, floating in the air.
"That's the last one," he says calmly, "No more prisoners after this one."
Holding the captive bandit by the wrists with one massive hand, with the other Sobec grabs the star again and once more holds the doshko made of starlight. Then he nods to his prisoner, and looks at his companions with one horned brow raised, nonverbally asking what to do with him.