"You empty their pockets already?" Gord prompts, as he and his friend clear the way for Braddon and his captive to enter the building. "No reason to leave any money sticking to their bones for the scavengers. That's good armor; you mend up the arrow-holes, you can sell it," he points out, examining the corpses with a practiced eye. "As for what you do with them, depends on who they are and whether you want trouble with their boss. Leaving bodies in the street is a declaration of war; you want documentation that you're acting above-board and legal-like, you turn them over to the Gendarmes and file a complaint with Devil's Fork that they came down here to mess with you, unprovoked. You want the whole thing to go away, you fill their bellies with stones and hide them in the water somewhere, hope no one remembers where they were sent on their last job." He grins at Tendal. "What you do with the bodies of all the men you kill in Magnimar, Magnimar?"