"Rest? How many rest?", Bok'Shir asks when he gets the chance.

These were definitely no more than minions. Downtrodden and used. He almost empathised with their situation. But if he had a chance to elevate his own status, it wouldn't be by being soft with those happy to stay at the bottom of the food chain.

"Well of course we get paid. We get our fair share from what we take. From the townsfolk and travellers. It adds to the thrill, knowing we can do what we like and no one can stop us. Well, no one before you. And I don't know how many. I am not the best at counting, and we are never all in one room together. I wouldn't want to buy everyone a drink I know that much. Why don't you go and find out for yourself. See if its too many for you. Or are you going to be scared and stay away from the rest of us."

Muck raises a pseudopod.

"Ooh! Ooh! I have a idea!"

Muck uses his ability to Disguise Self to shape himself into an exact replica of the mouthy redband the party killed first.

He stands nose-to-nose with the current prisoner and smiles insanely.

"Maybe he can take us to their home place like our goblin friend did before we died him. I can pretend to be his boss and you all can pretend like you're prisoners."

Suddenly another idea strikes him! He points to the prisoner.

"Ooh! Or! A other idea! If you don't like that, maybe I can turn back to ooze and squeeze myself into his brain through his earhole. Maybe poke around and see if I can find any secrets he's hiding." He raises a defensive hand, pre-emptively heading off his companions' correction of his logic. "I mean, obviously I'd need someone to tell me what secrets look like first."

Penley has come to the same realization as Bok'shir, and his face fills with malicious glee. This guy doesn't know anything, so Penley could let him go. On the other hand, he might tell his friends. And he tried to kill us. So, yeah, Penley isn't letting this man live. 

"Squeezing into someones brain through their ears and extracting their secrets? Interesting idea, Muck. Why don't we try it?" He says with malicious glee "Secrets look like this big fleshy blob. You'll probably have to unravel it first inside his head and then pull it out through his ears."

And yes, Penley is under the impression that your brain is similar to your intestinal track in that its like folded up tubes. He didn't have much of a formal education. He does know what guts look like though. Specifically, angel guts. I mean...not....not angel guts! No angel guts here!

Bok'Shir cocks his head to the side and regards the redbrand as he suggests that they might be too scared to go and find the rest of them. A wicked smile manifests on his face as Muck and Penley discuss their plan for him.

"This one brain much small. Might take while find it", he says with contempt. "But yes, yes. Try is good".

He is obviously pretty livid at being talked down to by sewer rat droppings such as this one.

"wait, you guys killed Stephen too? You know what, pretending to be my boss will work very well for you. I have no secrets to find, I told them all to you."

Bump

Bridgette may not be the sharpest tool in the shed...  but she's starting to understand how her companions act, and their incredible willingness to commit straight-up murder is starting to worry her. She taps Penley on the shoulder and motions for him to follow her into the back of the establishment. If he complies, she brings up her concerns:

"Listen... I get that you and I have somewhat... um... 'different' views on when it is acceptable to end a sentient life," she starts out. "But, I think there's a practical reason we should perhaps stop, you know, murdering people in cold blood when we have them tied up. Frankly, if we keep doing this, what kind of reputation do you think we're going to get? If we become known as a bunch of ruthless hoodlums who slaughter our enemies without remorse even when they surrender, every fight we find ourselves in will end up being to the death, and I'm sure you know how dangerous a wounded animal backed into a corner can be. Just... think about it, before you decide what to do with that guy, okay?"

Muck holds a finger near the bandit's ear, watching Bridgette and Penley have their "discussion" and waiting for someone to say whether or not to "go in".

"Know not, Stephen. What look like? Like you?", Bok'Shir replies, paying close attention to the redbrand as they claim to have no more secrets.

He then watches as Bridgette and Penley wander off to chat in the back, before turning to Muck ready to give the nod.

Insight: 9+2=11 (Passive: 12)

He points at Muck, (who I am not sure about if they are still in the disguise or not) "That is (or was if changed back) Stephen" (loudmouth)

Bok'Shir bumps his palm against his head as he realises what is happening.

"Oh, mouthy minion. Yes, he dead".

 (OOC: Did Bok'Shir believe he has no secrets?)

(Sort of envision Muck still in Stephen form but with a gooey elongated finger... like that scene in Terminator 2 with the milk carton.)

Bok'Shir has another thought, "You say no secret. Want know, in hideout, much treasure?"

"Lots. I haven't seen it all to know how much but there is treasure stored in lots of places. Also hostages, they would probably count as treasure for some people in this town"

"So, shall we go?" Asks Muck, finally dropping its "hand" and removing the threat to the bandit's life.

"Good, good", Bok'Shir says at news of lots of treasure, and then notices Muck standing down and the others still not back. He starts to think this one has earned some leniency.

He looks the redbrand up and down, "If let go. You run far. If see again, get dead. Say yes, yes, or dead now?".

If the redbrand agrees he is ready to release him.

The redbrand is thinks for half a second before agreeing. He is most definitely never returning here as if he does, either you will kill him, or the other redbrands will if they find out what he's done 

Bok’Shir unties him and escorts him to the door.

He leaves his red cloak behind and starts running out of town