Warik: *twists his leg up and to the side to lightly “kick” Connor’s rear.* C’mon.
Amory: *chuckles and will pick up things they’ll need for the night from the wagon.*
*When they turn away from the wagon with their respective armloads they’ll find Ziomi... a man has hold of her and a knife across hwr throat.*
Man: Move and I cut her pretty little throat.