Chapter 2 - Phandalin

"Anything is possible, I suppose. If they were nearby, they might have heard and could have gone for backup, so had best make this quick." Striding over to the last bandit, Gerbo stows his bow and puts on his big kid voice. "Hey buddy. Let me tell you what's going to happen. You're going to tell me what's in that cave there and I prevent Kerisha from caving your skull in...Got anything to tell me?" He turns around and winks at Kerisha.

Gerbo squints hard at him in a way he believes menacing.

Karma walks over to the remaining bandit and rests his Warhammer on his injured leg allowing half its weight to bare down, letting his medical knowledge place pressure on the right spot. "Is there anything else you’d like to add dude? Maybe who is inside, how many and passwords?"

As he sees a smirk forming on the face of the Bandit Karma allows the hammer to drop a little more, "Bad mojo dude, you been allowing the man to sneak in."

Belanor goes up to Karma, "Ask him what his wizard boss looks like?" before turning to help keep a lookout for their mission companion.

Walking over to Kerisha, Gerbo leans over and whispers "After he tells us what his boss looks like, maybe we can just give him a nasty bump and put him to sleep? Might want to hide him, too, so he can't be questioned if his friend comes along and wakes him up."

Karma nods to Belanor’s suggestion but maintains eye contact with the bandit pulling the Warhammer off his leg a little, "You heard my man over there, What does this Wizard Overlord of yours look like?"

Kerisha, still raging, looks around for her next target. She is mildly disappointed when there are no bandits left.

She closes her eyes and slows her breathing. Listening to the sounds of the trees and appreciating the smell of the flowers. Her heart rate slows and her grip loosens on her sword. Finding the calm in nature has been the best way for her to control her rage.

Kerisha nods to Gerbo and after she has removed the red cloak from the one she hunted down, she strides over to the remaining bandit. While she waits for the others to finish questioning him, she ties the cloak around her wrist. Yet another fashion accessory made from her trophies.

Orel furrows his brow as he unstraps his shield. "Either you're lying, appearance-changing magic is in play, or we have two wizards in play." He scratches his chin.

"You weren't lying, were you? It's okay if you were, I'm sure you have your reasons, but this is kind of important."

Karma aware that a his beard my disguise his true intent examines the bandit closely as he answers, attempting to discover the truth behind the bandits words.

Karma let’s the Warhammer slide from his grip a little to apply more pressure quickly, "My burly buddy here," indicates Kerisha with a flick of his head, "Does not appreciate being lied to so would you like to re-think your answer?"

Karma picks up his Warhammer but accidentally leaning a little on it and stands up, "Thank you your positive contribution to our conversation is appreciated." He then turns to the group smiling, "Always invigorating when clear and structured communication happens."