Part 16 - Hot pursuit
"Your toll being all of our coin, our purses laid upon the road?" Eilieen inquires, acid in her voice. "Robbery is not a toll. You would count servants of the gods and their noble companions -" it's a stretch for Colwyn (not Erista!), but she's not going to quibble over semantics "- as ne'er-do-wells?"
Her lips curl. "I see no-ne'er-do wells about me. Rather, I see them before me; your accusations of skulking fall flat when we travel with light and cart, and you yourselves accost from the darkness. I wonder how many other travellers you have despoiled of their coin...or their virtue and lives."
A score or more enemies against themselves. Eilieen finds herself smiling, though her grip upon the spear trembles slightly. "Well, come then," she states. "Come take your ill-gotten gains, or at least make the attempt; I assure you, you shall bleed for it. I only hope you have the courage to stand in the front, rather than hide behind your men. At the worst, there shall be less bandits upon the road; at best?" She laughs, the sound a touch brittle. "There will be none when we finish with you."
From the corner of her mouth, she mutters to Colwyn. "Should any make a move to attack, feather the leader. Good or ill this turns out, I would see her marked." After a small pause, she qualifies. "Um. Fatally, were it not clear."