[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

Now that the little bard was taking a snooze, the group of bandits would tie up their lost friend with antimagic rope. He was thrown over the strongest member's shoulder and then quickly hurried inside the fortifications and walked down the main path. He was going to likely be put aside for someone else to deal with as they were still needed on patrol.

"Waaaaaaaaa!" Wah Doobie ran from Sugar Hollow after seeing his only friend Appopo Popolimpapo get destroyed by Xel'rath. Even his two storm clouds Nimpopo and Nimpapa were gone with the imp's banishment to oblivion. All Wah had to remember him by was the Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand that belonged to Mr. Appopo which Wah had picked up after it was dropped. He ran down the road that Xin had point him down, arms flailing and eyes flooding with tears. He had no idea where he was going, just away from Sugar Hollow. Eventually while going straight he'd end up going through the woods. His bawling could very likely be heard by @huntinglegion's patrols.

The Legion would let them leave, not currently wanting a bloodbath on both sides. The troops would remain alert for the next few days, but eventually everything would return to normal.

"AHhhhHH!" Wah screamed at the sight of the spears, a random rock went magically flying from Wah's fear. He wanted to run again but stopped moving by instinct when grabbed by the back of his neck, his tail curled under him. He couldn't see the Kobold right away, "I lookin' for Daddy! Lost! My friend!"

He starts crying again, "My friend was just killed! He was helping me look for Daddy..."

The kid started screaming, they were on patrol, and didn't want to get heard by their boss.
"Shhhhh, wat friend? Was he one of us?" He softly spoke, mentioning "one of us" as a kobold, gnoll or goblin.
"Iz yur dad with the Hunting Legion? We can try and find him, if you'd like."
He looked behind him, looking for support or enthusiasm from his comrades, he wouldn't get any.

"Hm, I guess den there are some tings we just cannot fight. Even to you humies, that must be bad. Death from sumthin' you can't stop."
He ended his conversation as the alarm outside began to quiet down a bit, and the overall movement through the camp seemed to die down. Soon they heard the approaching voice of Legion Master Zhax, who was speaking in a tongue they could understand. He was addressing someone else across from the building they were in. Meanwhile, under her cover Arya Shieldheart would slowly be able to slip off the bindings across her wrists. The guards were looking for cutting or sawing motion across her hands, not wiggling. They figured her fidgeting was Arya trying to get her hands to rest more comfortably. However, the rope across her ankles still remained, blocking her anti-magic, and also preventing her from moving her legs apart. Undoing or cutting those would prove much higher suspicion and would be a lot more awkward to free herself. It was likely to provoke the guards into checking her, which if they found her wrists undone, she'd be in deep trouble. The nearest magical flame seemed to sputter and pulse as she got free of the first set of ropes, but there was no sign that the shaman tending it noticed or raised any sort of silent alarm. It seemed to be the safer bet for Arya Shieldheart to wait for more opportune moment to try and make any sort of escape or fight.
(I will have no hesitations or regrets to murder/incinerate/execute/decapitate (etc) you on the spot, should you try to mount an escape. Just a fair warning.)

Arya wouldn't completely undo her wrist restraints right away, as the bandit guards did seem to be keeping a close watch on her. In fact, once she realized it was feasible to undo her wrist restraints she stopped, as he would have to test the ropes around he ankles now soon enough, and if she was found out with only half of her restraints undone... well that wouldn't be good at all. Instead, Arya got into a rather normal position, but one that facilitated exactly what she needed, which was getting at her ankles with her hands eventually without drawing too much attention. 

This position? Well of course it was the classic position of sitting with your knees hugged against your chest. For the guards, it would only seem like Arya is getting a bit more comfortable with the blanket covering her legs as she now had a spot to rest her head on one of her knees. She almost reached up in that moment to fix her hair before realizing it was much shorter than it previously was due to the crude job of cutting it that had been done previously. 

In this position, Arya waited for the opportune moment to attempt her escape, watching every other being in the room carefully. 

The guards continued to eye her, but neither of them made any moves towards her. The sound of strong and quick footsteps approached the doorway, and Legion Master Zhax came through it. There was a certain bit of anger on his face, as he marched down his own hall to where Arya Shieldheart was. Behind him, a wooden stretcher carried by two bandits with a shaman came through the entrance and stopped towards the center of the throne room. On it laid the familiar Gnoll that Arya had seen by the wagon along the road, it was the body of @mirssa . Without hesitation and through whatever struggling Arya Shieldheart put up, he grabbed her by the neck and dragged her forcefully to the center of the room, where she could easily see the deceased Gnoll. He made sure she was looking at his dead captain and deeply uttered a question through his limited rage to simply kill the woman.
“Who? Who killed her, and who were they with?!?”
Legion Master Zhax wasn't emotionally upset, he was just frustrated that he lost such an experienced and loyal asset in what was normally a routine mission.

Arya's attention would immediately snap to the entrance as Zhax entered the tent. He didn't seem happy at all, this was bad. There was no way they could have found out she was attempting to escape though! The bandit stormed right towards her grabbing her by the neck. Arya was sitll tied up so she couldn't very well resist, the gnoll's strength was quite surprising given his height.

Arya made some choking sounds as she stumbled along dragged by her neck. It was then she spotted the dead gnoll, she seemed familiar. It was then that Arya remembered it was the one from the raid on the wagon, "I-I don't know who killed her! I didn't see her die before being captured," she said between gasping breaths, "There was another fighting t-though... a halfing. She was using magic."

She hoped that was enough, Zhax seemed about ready to kill someone, most likely her.