"I say we kill them." Just in case anyone thought Beleth might be joking about the fate of their current prisoners, she had her bow drawn, arrow pointed right at the face of one of them. One slip of her hand, and there would be an arrow impeded in his skull. It was pretty tempting to just go ahead and do it. They deserved it.

And she'd promised that she'd kill everyone responsible.

"Crows aren't able to be interrogated. They're trained to withstand torture. You saw--" She faltered, and suddenly it was a lot harder to not let that arrow fly. "I'd rather not have them die feeling smug about our failure. We can just do it quick and painless and head out." And who said she wasn't merciful?