Freyja

Freyja looks around at the passed out drunken bandits. "We should restrain them all, then find out if they are bandits. If they are we can dispense the Jarl's justice and string them up from the nearest tree." She approaches the nearest one, spear in hand covering them and nods. "If I cover this one can someone tie him up?" she suggests offering the long coil of rope to one of the others, the stout rope looking like tiny fishing twine in her massive hands.