The Hullabaloo at Maroo [Past]

[Drevin]

Drevin raised his eyebrows in mock shock. "Oh the bandit has a change of heart after being stabbed multiple times, tied up and surviving the murder of probably his best friend. Ya don't say." The short man leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. If Drevin intended to interfere with Arl beyond offering the dry remark, there wasn't any sign of it. He certainly wasn't complaining about the influx of valuable information the man was giving them... If it could be trusted anyway. Once the bandit had thoroughly spilled his guts Drevin finally piped up again. "Now that we've got what we need what do we do with our new chior boy?"