[ Stratos is no better pleased, but he looks distant for a minute. There's no sense of magic this time, only brooding as he weighs duty and risk, his suspicions and observations... and yes, curiosity and determination against fear and anger.

Finally he straightens and bows slightly, the shimmer of light vanishing from his skin as he does. ]

Then I think we are agreed.

[ For now. He's gained some ground at least, repositioning himself from prisoner to reluctant ally. ]

[ His attention turns to the fallen bandit, briefly. ] I didn't have the luxury of questioning this one, but their camp should be easy to find.