A little of column A...

Sly's cold stare and strange appearance had the caravan of mostly humans cowed while he deliberated over his prisoners. The leader apparently liked to keep his women close. A power display, his senses told him. Of the four living bandits three were female, a plain-faced orcish woman, a tall busty woman with pronounced wolven features and a petite dark grey haired cat-girl.

~Don't get excited Sly, the hot ones are both tagged as 'trying to figure out how to kill you' so don't think with your dick for a minute.~

The kill count between the two of them was definitely enough to quell any kinky thoughts for the time.

Finally Sly turned to the last prisoner, a middle-aged human. (Mumbling Declan, Bandit Cutthroat lvl. 3. Human. Trying to figure out how to kill you. Kill count 112...)

The triple digit kill count gave him a reason to look closer and Sly regretted that choice. He had seen some disturbing shit today but a close look at that man's withered soul was enough to break the mask Sly was wearing for a moment. He swallowed hard to fight the bile back down. The whole body shudder sent his left arm into a shooting ache from fingertip to armpit. He turned his back to everyone and plucked a rusty dagger from the road while he put on his face again.

"You know, I'm a father too." Sly said as he turned to the man in front of him who's eyes widened in realization and exposure. "Don't move a muscle, eyes open!" He snapped before the man could protest. With that he leaned down and drove the dagger into the man's twisted heart.