They were cornered by a rogue group of bandits. Just as they approach, pinning their victim to the cliff face, Chasca comes shooting down from the skies, her bow in hand. She doesn't look too happy at the violence on the horizon. She approaches the scene just as the bandits scamper back, knowing when they're beat. She twirls her bow in her hand, her gaze cold. Still, her aim is to make peace, not end a gang of ruffians. Seeing the fear in their eyes, she puts her bow away, approaching their victim. She puts a hand on their shoulder.

Chasca: "You good? I hope they didn't get you too bad." With that, she turns back around. "Now, how about we discuss this. What did this person do? Why did you attack them? And most importantly, does anyone need to be brought to justice." Her stance is serious, but it's clear she's ready for anything. She wouldn't put it past the bandits to attack again, not that she particularly trusts the 'victim' yet either.