Interrogated by the highwaymen

Still locked in the minotaurs crushing grasp you manage to choke out words

“What do ye want for me?”

“Questions.” The elf replies coldly

“What kind o’ questions?”

“Who are you?”

“Iyda, I’m with the adventurer’s guild.”

“Why are you here?”

“We’ve been cleaning out orcs nearby.”

“We?”