Round 2 round up
Eilieen places a hand upon Erista's shoulder - she wants to hug the small woman, but doesn't know how it would be taken. Or if it would be comforting at all; Erista isn't child for all of her size, and being manhandled without warning by a human might not be as much a warm and fuzzy thing as some might think. "In the end, it is their fault," she quietly agrees.
Oh, she could have tried, harder, though how Eilieen is uncertain. But the arrow didn't come from her, no indeed.
"Tempted as I am to slay the King, Aarnr," she continues, wincing as he removes the arrow, "we must know if this is by his command or not. Though, regardless, he holds some responsibility - these were his men, armed and enabled. But I will not simply execute these..." She studies the remaining soldiers. "Brigands," Eilieen spits bitterly.
And Colwyn manages to worry an interesting bit of information from the archer.
"Arkan's words hold wisdom." She shoots the warrior-mage a grateful glance. "I will not slay them, but leaving them tied? Could mean death. It could mean reprieve. It MIGHT make them consider all of the others they have left helpless and penniless here on the trail...or perhaps those they have slain who refused to part with their monies."
Slowly she stands and paces to where the archer argues with Colwyn. "Be silent, you cur! Your commander was one person! If you all disagreed, it would have been no hard task to dissuade her. But you supported her. You supported this! Did you profit from the spoils as well, and did this profit seal your tongue from complaining to your king? How many have lost everything to you? Money or lives? How many have been abused?"
Kneeling beside him as Colwyn binds his hands, Eilieen leans close. "What would your king say, were we to inform him? Hm?"