Squatting down beside the ruined bodies of the bandit crew, Kai picked up their leather purses and shoved them into his palm to check the weight.
Seeing a few shiny gold coins mixed in with the copper brought a genuine smile to his face, though a quiet part of his mind acknowledged these thugs had probably killed some poor, innocent travellers to get them.
Taking their boar-skin coats briefly crossed his mind, since they offered a decent layer of protection against the cold evening air, but the leather was already soaked with fresh blood and smelled terrible.
Letting one of those grunts escape into the dark forest meant the bandits would probably come back with reinforcements, making the idea of dragging around highly identifiable bloody pelts a terrible survival strategy.
