Kirk's man was out, which had left only the one tangled in the roots. His stomach twisted as the man spoke, and it wasn't hard to translate the fear and anger in the elven woman's voice even if he couldn't understand the Dalish language. From the way the man was talking, he didn't particularly think she was lying.

He didn't want to have to kill these men, but he couldn't argue that the others were right about not leaving them behind either. They could bring more men and their little party wasn't equipped to take on a full company. Not to mention he wasn't terribly sympathic towards them in the first place. Still, it never sat well with him to take a life, no matter the necessity.

"If we kill them, we need to hide the bodies," he reminded everyone. "Anyone good enough with magic to make a pit and seal it back up? We'd want their compatriots to think they've wandered off. It will buy time."

He tilted his head at the man, standing slightly over him.

"Though if you've deserted once already, that may not come as a surprise. Either way, no evidence and quiet." Lord knows the lightning was loud and bright enough to have drawn attention already. They were probably on a clock, but damn if he knew how many minutes. His grip tightened on his staff.

"I'm going to go keep watch the way they came," he said, leaving the final decision to them as he worked back towards where the men and the girl had come down from.