Dominic called the patrolmen over, and whispered to the Hunter.
"Send word to the Merchant's Guild. I want twenty goats sent to the Trollish village as soon as possible. It's a reward for services rendered. Take the rest of the patrol with you, as I will be searching the caravan, and that part doesn't need spectators."
The hunter nodded. If Dominic found something, it was better if nobody saw him kill an entire caravan full of teen girls. If he didn't find anything it was better for their dignity if nobody saw the debutantes being searched.
Either way, he wasn't lying about that part not needing spectators.
Dominic hadn't realized that everyone assumed he would actually kill the entire convoy if things went badly. They were not soldiers, he only had a small... moderate grudge against them.
