The tiger merely circled around, remaining hidden, to attack if hostilities break out.
You quietly skulk in the bushes, waiting for an opportunity.
Nix emerges from his hiding spot in the bushes, crossbow drawn and loaded. Aiming down its shaft, he says, with a broad, friendly smile; "'Sup? This is a robbery. You move, and I plant a bolt inbetween your eyes. Stay cool, and no one gets hurt."
Intimidation check!
As Nix steps out from under his box and behind a bush, he observes six... human? men, each clad in dull, cheap armor, and most of whom have some sort of beard. All of them have an axe of some sort. One of them is holding a handaxe to a tall, black-haired elf's throat, as he holds the elf in a chokehold; your crossbow is pointed at this man. Before any of them can respond...
Sokratei leveled her own bow, though at somewhat a lower target.
"...Someone might get hurt anyway!
Also, is it really a robbery if we're stealing what you stole in the first place? I don't think so!"
Action: Assist intimidation!
The half-satyr, stepping into the area from some indeterminate point nearby, points her bow at a polearm-wielding man directly next to the man threatening the elf.
[???rd level +/-
Wis + 4 check + 2 hostage circumstantial bonus + 6 (3 successful Aid Anothers) = 14]
[13 bonus + 11 check - 2 hostage circumstantial bonus + 0 (failed Aid Another) + 2 element of surprise circumstantial bonus = 21]
[Advantage: Nix + Sokratei]
The men all find your presence anywhere from unsettling to rather frightening. The man holding the elf hostage looks right at Nix, fear in his eyes.
"Wh-where did you come from? What do you want?!"At that moment...
Tradok left the man laying against the wall, standing to observe the happenings as he mounted his horse to get closer.
You leave the unconscious man against the wall and return outside, where you find an auburn-haired man and a woman with horns sticking out of her head pointing weapons at six armored men, one of whom is holding
the grappling rules an elf in a chokehold.
"Hello?" Kira calls, turning towards the movement.
The body, which you observe to be of an old, grey-bearded man, reveals itself to not be a body at all when it slightly turns its head up in an attempt to look at you and slightly raises an arm in what seems to be some facsimile of a greeting. You think he says something, but you can't hear it because the way his head is tilted caused him to mostly say it into the road.
Needless to say, this man needs emergency medical treatment.