[He hands the reins over, wasting no time in tending to the fallen men. The nearest one needs the most healing, takes the most time with a pass of magic over his body to ease the pain. But it’s still simple work, especially given his commitment to magical study since his arrival, and Stephen’s sure to cast a binding spell on him, too, before he stands. Amber ropes of Eldritch enemy loop and tighten around the man’s wrists.]

You know—

[He moves to the other, crumpled beneath a tree, unconscious with his nose ribboning blood.]

—I’m not a fan of outlaws, either, but you really seem to have an axe to grind.

[Crouching again, his hands extend to cast a minor healing spell.]

Is there a bandit problem in your world, or are you always so enthusiastic?