Going strictly by appearances, it would appear that Seiko had been right. Something that slightly improved her standing within the eyes of Red Sabre, but only by so much. Someone had been sent out to investigate the missing caravan, and from the looks of things, someone halfway important since he had his own guards assigned to him. He could be good for a ransom. Which meant that, luckily for him, the volley of arrows sent flying in his direction were aimed for non-lethal locations. One missed entirely, a second grazed his right thigh, and a third hit him squarely in the left calf. Not enough to keep him from moving outright, but it would impede him enough that anyone in Red Sabre could easily run him down if he tried to escape.
The two guards with him however, weren't so lucky. Both took at least one arrow to the chest, though the second guard was even shot in the throat. Once they'd fallen, it was time for the raiding party to gather their prize. Their were eight total, and one was clad entirely in black robes and armor, her face hidden from view. As far as anyone could tell, she was the one who spoke next. If only because no one else's lips were moving at the time.
"Bind his wrists and escort our guest to the camp. Drag him if he refuses to walk," she said, moving toward her soon-to-be prisoner to confiscate his weapon. While most people would have their expendable subordinates do such a thing, or exercise more caution than the robed woman was, Seiko had nothing to worry about. Besides, showing no fear went a long way when it came to demanding obedience. "Hand over your weapon, boy. And rest assured, if you so much as attempt to strike me, or make me think you're planning to, I can and will inflict a far greater pain upon you than any of the men and women gathered here could ever hope to cause. Do I make myself clear?"
