The man struck by the monk is simply unconscious, though his arrow wound will need treatment.
The one dismembered by poljen lives for now, but is bleeding out swiftly enough that a bandage will not suffice to save his life.
Most of the loot is more of the same, but one of them wears a finely made amulet with the symbol of Mask.
Sar'ai stands straight up and utters something arcane under her breath but also kind of muffled under the cloth. Then she starts to laugh as a what sounds like a low hum starts emanating from somewhere.
She unwraps her head as she speaks, "Ah, so that was his name? Yes, there was a wizard he could not best. That would be me, and that humming you hear?" Sar'ai pauses to let the guard look down, "That would be the glyph you just activated."
Sure enough, as the guard looks down, there is a faintly glowing arcane glyph encircling his the ground he's currently on. "You see, when I 'stumbled' back there, I cast it at your feet, knowing you'd probably figure us out sooner or later." The half-drow tossed the last of the bloody cloth to the ground. "The trigger? You stepping onto it. The eventual 'effect'? Well, if you take one step off that glyph, a bolt of lightning will shoot through your body so powerful your body will cook from the inside out!" Sar'ai is grinning the whole time while explaining this to him.
She gives a nod to Lia, "Now, my associate and I are going to release these prisoners. If you play along, I may just let you live by dispelling the glyph once we're through. Otherwise you can test your endurance as that glyph will last for a full twenty-four hours before fading. The choice is yours, friend… "
Out of Character: All Sar'ai did was cast minor illusion and as an illusion wizard I can create both a visual and auditory effect at the same time. Oh, and it only lasts for one minute, not 24 hours, which Sar'ai calmly whispers to Lia *smile*
If he doesn't take the bait, then Sar'ai will have Elanna fly down and distriwhile she shoots him in his dumb face.
Cahleth waves Cratol off, "No need for makeshift shackles. I have some rope here, I'll bind him up and keep an eye on him. You two hurry off check on the others. They may be in need of some muscle."
Cahleth then tends to the man's wound, just enough so that he doesn't lose consciousness. He notices the amulet and begins to inspect it "And what can you tell me of this?" (Persuasion check below, rolling at Advantage since I'm holding the man's life in my hands..feel free to disregard ).
While waiting for the man to speak, Cahleth searches his memory for any reference to this mask symbol (History check).
He intends to stay here and question the man. While doing so he conceals the body in the foliage.
Out of Character: : Sorry for the confusion Daishain. This is Sar'ai's plan. I will defer my action to see if her plan works. If it doesn't and he runs I will act. I don't want to disturb the plan *smile* They would have talked it out in advance I assume.
Northern camp:
The man visibly gulps. His hand tightens on his sword to the point where his knuckles go white, then he thinks better of it and drops the weapon.
"Okay, you got me, I'm staying put. Just um, let me go, and you'll never see me again, I swear."
Looking about the campsite, there are a large number of tents about, and a moderately well constructed 10' wooden wall encircling where Elanna spotted the prisoners. There's a single canvas tarp tied over some of it to provide shelter, and a makeshift door tied closed with rawhide. You can see and hear people moving about within. You've attracted a fair amount of attention it would seem.
Ambush point south of the road:
The wounded scout coughs. "The Shadowlord has brought us luck in the past. But it seems that has come to an end. His favor has always been fickle"
Cahleth knows that Mask is one of the major gods of Faerun, with a primary domain of Trickery. He is most commonly associated with thieves and other criminals.
Lia smiles at Sar'ai. "Well done. That was easy enough. Men are so easily duped. " Lia laughs and looks at the guard. " I will liberate the prisoners if you wish to talk with our new friend here. " Lia pulls out her short sword as she walks to the door bound by rawhide. She pulls out her holy symbol and ensures it is visible. After doing this she cuts the rawhide and opens the door. "We are friends here to help you. Come on out. We are disguised as bandits but we are no bandits. I am a cleric of Sune. We mean you no harm, only help. " She will speak with the prisoners questioning them about how they became prisoners.
"No" Onwen replies simply to Sar'ai's inquiry about finding anything of interest on the mage and offers his own smile "If I had any useful information I would provide it, don't worry yourself… your suggestion is noted." When the topic of the southern camp comes up Onwen only suggests that if they intend on fighting more they should not expect much in the way of arcane support from him until he has had an opportunity to recover and reweave his spells. Onwen chooses to remain back with the caravan attempting to recover some of his spells in anticipation for another encounter.