Cynraede sat quietly on the tree that overlooked the beach, providing him decent cover. He watched quietly as the man lay on the beach screaming for his comrades, and his life. The man had walked along the beach and found himself victim to a bear trap that laid in wait just for him. Two more ran down the hill, yelling curses and swears while trying to get to their fallen brother. He couldn't help but smile, his plan had fallen into place and he had little to do, but now the trial began. He slowly slid down the tree while trying to remain out of sight, sprinting towards the grass hill which overlooked the place where the two bandits tried to free their friend.
He slid down the hill, his dagger drawn as he charged the two men. They looked to this foolish man who had ran at them, they drew their swords and laughed, unknowing of what drove this man. The first raised his sword, only to be met with a kick to his knee, as Cynraede spun around behind him as he dug the knife deep into his ribs. He stood after wrenching the knife from his ribs, twisting as he removed the blade, staring at the man before him. He yelled, swinging his sword and only clashing against a dagger before taking a boot to the face, staggering him backwards. The tomb robber yelled and lunged once more, his blade swinging to try and catch Cynraedes neck. With a laugh he ducked, bringing his blade to cut his heel, grabbing his neck and twisting violently. He looked down a the two men who lay limp on the floor, turning his gaze to the man in the trap.
He leaned down and whispered to the man. "You have but mere minutes before the tide rises, you took a man, he wore fine robes. You will tell me where he is being held, lest you wish to be left here to embrace your fate." The tomb robber looked to Cynraede with a painful laugh before taunting him. "A ranger would never do such a thing! You are supposed to be men of the light!" The man teased loudly, with another painful laugh, shortly before being met with a firm boot to the trap which pinned his leg. The man howled in pain, looking up to Cynraede with a gaze filled with hatred and pain, muttering curses under his breath. "The man, where is he. I urge you to remember you are only of so much use to me." Cynraede said as he pulled and apple from his pack, beginning to eat it as he looked to the man, then the water. "The northern camp, something to do with the group up there, they said something of his son! If you release me I can lead you there!" He begged as he watched the man before him stand, tossing the apple core into the rising water. "I thank you, and bid you farewell." Cynraede spoke softly as he turned his back and left, he knew where they kept him now.
