Leaning his spear up against the tent, the armsmen takes out a length of thin lashing and loops it around the man's neck. With a big heave, he jerks the man up to his feet while still keeping him off-balance. The arms men heaves the man by the neck with the lash, tossing him stumbling this way and that. Then he lets go with one hand, hold both ends of the snaring lash in the other hand, and smacks the guy across the face. While the man is still shocked and reeling from the choke and smack, the armsmen shoves him up against a tree hard, holding him there against the trunk with a beefy hand pressing up against the man's chest.
With the other hand, still holding the length of lashing, the armsman begins to point and lecture at the man face-to-face. The thief is completely cowed into submission.
A crowd of onlookers is gathering around, creeping in to see the excitement. Chatter is beginning to rise up from the crowd, quick back and forth clamoring and recounting of events. Gibon is yelling out jeers again and again, pointing his finger, approaching and accusing loudly.
The armsman stays cool. Another big armsman walks over with a stance that delivers the message for everyone to stand back. He barks out an order of silence to the crowd and he gets it immediately.
The armsmen talk briefly between one another as they look out into the crowd. They see Gibon and Bryn nearby and point to them, motioning for them to come forward.
They ask firmly...