((It's up to you, really, I mean... Sure you could've gone to a sheriff or minor noble, but if your village was near the Capital and you saw this tragedy as a good excuse to finally meet the king, well...
If you want to change to bandits, they could always have been aided by weird magic-wolf-type stuff. *shrug* ))
Trubaldsome, back in his tent, flopped down on a folding canvas chair, liberally padded with cushions, with a sigh of relief.
"Waery, have a check in my bags, would you? See if there's any of that painkiller left..."
As Waery went to look through his lord's pile of luggage, Trubaldsome shifted in his chair, wincing from a stab of pain, then managed a weak grin.
"You know Waery, this Aulon yl Marchis could prove to be rather useful, in the long-term." He rain a hand through his hair, over his clammy scalp. "His father is the ruler of some place or other, the Storm Coast, yes... An agreement with them could bring valuable manpower, which we shall most definitely need to get the throne from that god-damned
scum-licking Leuki. Why, I've waited years for this, with his court half-dead..."
Trubaldsome groaned suddenly, squinting his eyes shut, then produced his fancy snuffbox, now repaired and refilled, taking a couple of quick, frantic sniffs.
"Hurry up with that Waery, I feel awful... Perhaps there's some doctor in this place, somewhere."
Have Waery inject me with any remains of that painkiller stuff Drua made, then have him send some men to go look around for any refugee doctors of any quality around the city/camp, bringing them to my tent. ((Also, lol at Taric 'The Just'... "I think he's... In Preston... Well, I think that means we could off him more easily and blame in on Preston." xD ))