A Wool Full Sarne and Leandros (Renown)[Complete]

Leandros sighed as the man explained his situation. At least this bandit was smart enough to know when the game was over, he had grown tried of religious zealots and cultists. There were too many of them these days it seemed. He runs a hand through his hair as the ethereal lions fade away, the halfling slapping some manacles around the man's wrists.

"At the very least, the guard can collect whatever ill gotten gains you have and use that to pay back the farmers you've accosted." Leandros motions with his head for the man to stand and start walking at the front. The knight gives a sharp whistle and after a moment, Byrr can be seen in the distance.

"Mess is an understatement for this...I'll send for Gilder to join the search when we arrive back in town. Turning him in and alerting the town master to a potential goblin encampment nearby is our priorty though."

He holds a hand to slow Byrr to a stop as the group meets up with the horse about halfway down the field. Leandros loops a rope through the saddle and then the manacles to keep the man on a leash.

"Let us hope the inn here at least has a warm enough meal to end this day on somewhat of an upswing."