Once the sword is lowered, Barnaby moves to tend to their wounds, tearing strips of fabric from their clothes to make makeshift bandages and try to stem the bleeding. It's hard to tell in this dim light whether their wounds are fatal, but perhaps intervention now will stop them becoming so.
Besides, if these two ever have the gall to come after the man again after being so soundly defeated, they'll be foolish indeed. Saving their lives now poses little risk.
"We were provided a list of names, but I have no idea who you are, so I can't say if you were one of them," Barnaby answers frankly, looking up only briefly from his work. It's difficult to see in the dark, but he's managing. "Are you suggesting someone else lives here?"
He doesn't expect him to reveal any information about himself or any other Veneran, given the circumstances, so his questions are more curiosity than anything.
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Besides, if these two ever have the gall to come after the man again after being so soundly defeated, they'll be foolish indeed. Saving their lives now poses little risk.
"We were provided a list of names, but I have no idea who you are, so I can't say if you were one of them," Barnaby answers frankly, looking up only briefly from his work. It's difficult to see in the dark, but he's managing. "Are you suggesting someone else lives here?"
He doesn't expect him to reveal any information about himself or any other Veneran, given the circumstances, so his questions are more curiosity than anything.