The roots tighten, Merrill narrowing her eyes. Whatever these people want isn't ideal. Two are already dead, which means they'll have to face the consequences either way. Merrill takes a step forward, staff in hand, to look down at him.

"You know you're speaking with members of the Inquisition, right? You know that you attacked first, right?"

There's a slight huff and Merrill glances back toward the others.

"We can't let him go, either way."