Sval sighs at Aleixo's indifference and gives chase. The little fucker was fast, no doubt about it. Unfortunately for the mite, Sval was faster. Even still, the blue-skinned creature nearly evades Sval's charging blow. But the blood-slicked blade cuts deep into blue skin. The mite crumples to the ground.
The tiny creature's raspy breath brought Sval back out of his near trance-like state. A quick, precise plunge of the blade and the tiny lungs emptied, never to fill again. As he walks back to the group, he ends the suffering of several more of the mites, wondering if the group had done the right thing here, and eventually coming to the conclusion that it didn't matter. If Rikrak and his ilk had lied to secure the party's allegiance, then he would simply kill them too.
Breathing heavily but mostly uninjured, he returns to the group near the tree. As he does so, he sees that the bandits they had left at the entrance were nowhere to be found. "Our friends have fled," Sval says, pointing to where they should be standing. It appeared they had also stolen two horses.
He moves back to the where the horses were tied and examines the trodden ground with more than a little righteous anger in his heart. Now these bandits had a second chance to wreak their havoc, and he had been persuaded to give it to them.
"Hmmm..." His lips buzz with the utterance as he searches fruitlessly for tracks. The ground was a mess, with hoof prints cluttering the earth like the bodies at the orgy back near Appolis. He kicks a small stone in frustration. "Fuck."