From the corner of his eye, Willis saw Eryn wielding a medium-sized stick. It wasn't thick enough to knock someone out but it'll leave some good bruises on a person. "What the fuck?!" the bandit opened his eyes and noticed that his wrists were secured tightly by his shirt no less! "You bastard! Let me go!"
Shifting the dagger to the side. Willis whacked the man on the temple with it. The bandit growled and began to breathe unevenly but glared daggers at Willis. "Not unless you tell us where you came from," he said. "And don't bullshit me, friend, I can easily detect a lie."
The bandit snorted. "Or you'll what?" he growled.
Willis' eyes shifted towards the knocked out Orc. "Your friend is having a good sleep," he chuckled. "A little too much I might add, how about I make it so he can sleep for the rest of his life."
He wasn't playing around, Willis would slit the Orc's throat if need be if it meant protecting Eryn. It was funny, not too long ago Willis fought for coin but with Eryn, he had someone precious to fight for that was worth more than just temporary wealth. The bandit locked eyes with Willis taking in his cold stare before shifting his eyes towards the floor. "There's a map on the Orc," he said. "There should be directions on where we went."