"And just plain superior power," The colonel comments in reply to Yamanu's assesment, pulling arrows out of her body.
"But." Stepping up to the jackal-man, Harika glowers down at him like an officier at an insubordinate soldier.
"Surprise quiz, soldier: What do we do when we encounter unknown forces and do not know if they're hostile? Tip: The answer is not 'throw knives'. This time it didn't matter as they were planning to ambush anyway, but keep it in mind, yes? As for healing," She continues, turning her head just enough to look at Kalal,
"I could probably use some. Let's say I wear red for a reason."Casting her gaze over the items as she cleans her sword with a piece of clothing from one of the deat bodies, she says,
"Hmpf. Better outfitted than normal brigands, too. I've never heard of a 'Red Hand', though, and none of the hobbo mercenaries I've seen so far were very religious... These ones said something about not serving those who don't respect their race too, no? They might really be part of a larger force. In that case, they'll probably leave us alone out of fear or target us for revenge from now on." With a twitch of her hand, the sword disappears in her glove, and she grins.
"I don't mind either way."[spoiler]
She wears red for a reason.I also might as well take one of the +4 Str composite bows.[/spoiler]