Kressle the bandit's page

"Listen, I'm willing to wait out here while you decide how you want to handle this, just don't take too long."

@ Pyros:
"Once I go in there, there won't be any waiting for nightfall. The Stag Lord knows I am not his anymore since I abandoned the Thorn River camp. There will be an immediate confrontation."

"I can easily get us through the gate, but they will probably meet us in the courtyard before the main house." She looks around at both groups.
"Though we do have the numbers to make it a close fight. If you have any other idea, I'm all ears."

"There's probably a dozen or so people in there at any one time. Plus Akiros will be in there, he's the Stag Lord's right hand man, although I don't know why. I think he is running from something, but he definitely has some sort of noble or church background, and he is the best fighter I've ever seen. Auchs and Dovan are there too. Auchs is just a stupid brute, but he is very capable. Dovan is a scary one. He gives me the creeps with the way he loves to hurt people. He relies more on stealth and striking people at a disadvantage, and he just loves torture."

Kressle cocks her head at the proffered bottle.
"Sure. I'll drink to that." She takes a swig from the bottle.
"You're welcome to whatever is here, but there will probably be a group in a day or so to collect from here."
With that, she waves her companions to follow and they start to head off.

"Fine, I won't cut your throat for now, but I'm also not kneeling to some Restov upstart! Why would you want to make peace? Listening to Svetlana I suppose. Even so, mercy is a concept I haven't heard in the Stolen Lands for a long time."
Kressle pauses for a moment in thought.
"Ok, here's my piece. The Stag Lord has been spending more time in the bottom of a bottle than in paying attention to what's happening around him. If he won't answer an insult from some Restov crook like Jamandi, then you're right -- we chose the wrong leader. So go ahead, do what your gonna do. I won't stop you, but I won't help you either. And here... give this to Svetlana."
Kressle hands you a gold wedding band.

At Kressle's getsure, it appears that all the others are standing down for the moment.

"Surrender? And what does that get me? A hangman's noose?" Kressle responds.

This time Faerin's approach is not as quiet and Kressle, who was kicking the ground irritably, looks up and smirks.
"Well, look who's here."

She waves down her companions and makes no move towards her axes.

"I was expecting you to show up eventually."