[Altaïr rolls his eyes lightly at the the absolutely unsubtle thumbs up. Hilda is lucky their 'guide' doesn't glance back at exactly the wrong moment. Luckily for his ribs, it doesn't really show under the hood.]

He makes his coin through theft, not diplomacy. It's not that surprising. It is fooolish, though.

[He could already be cutting his way out the back of the tent and into the camp at large if he wanted.]

Stay alert.

[It's only a minute or so later before the bandit returns with a cadre of his fellows, looking far less amiable and far more openly greedy, judging by the grins on some of their faces. Very quickly, several blades are pointed at them. Ah, here it goes.]

"Hand over the weapons, right now. Don't try anything."