Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"Hail Oleg! My lord is happy to report that the bandit leader has been slain and camp destroyed. And we have brought a prisoner. Who are the men with you," Rhote asks.
"Finally," Kyria says sourly. "I thought that's what WE were."
She gives the other men a curt nod. "Not that we couldn't use the help."
With a tired exhalation that wasn't quite a sigh, Kyria took a seat on one of the haystacks near the stable.
"Those particular bandits won't be a problem anymore. With the leader gone and most of them dead, the dregs will fade away until someone new comes along to organize them. It'll take a lot more than just us to stop that though. You need regular patrols and a fortified base of operations to put down bandits for the long run."
"Speaking of which...Oleg, did you know there's a tribe of kobolds not far from here?"
The Prince doesn't relax his vigil until he passes the outerwall of the fortifications and calls the company to a halt. He is surprised to see Oleg's guests, but is too exhausted to think much of them. Remembering the oft repeated lessons of his tutors though he greets the visitors formally.
I am Prince Liam of House Chelias of the Kingdom of Chelias, these are my companions; My brother Rhote also of Chelias, Kyria Estanes, and Pixie. Among your men is there any that are skilled at the healing arts? We have wounded here." He gestures at his companions, insistent that their own wounds be tended to before his own.