'Looks like they're finally here.'
Gazing in between the tress, Marcus could see a few groups of terrified looking men dashing through the forest like their lives depended on it.
There was no doubt these were the brigands he had sicked Roxene on.
Still, he was a bit surprised to see how few of them were left. The man they had captured had told them that his group consisted of around two hundred fifty individuals. However, there were only around sixty that were currently making their way towards the caravan.
'Roxene must have really torn them apart. There's not as many of them as I was expecting, but I guess it will have to do.'
Marcus wanted to make another big show of protecting the members of the caravan so that they would loosen their lips and be willing to tell him and his companions the information they wanted. So far, they had gotten some of the intel they wanted, but clearly some people were holding things back.