They give a small shrug. The group wasn't too unreasonable, for bandits, and they didn't have more pressing goals.

They consider writing as much when Lemm exclaims. Nothing threatening by tone, they tense nonetheless, looking to see what he sees.

Ah. The Knight relaxes, amused.

I don't believe butterflies can actually bend like that. The one in the middle, they mean, seated on the face of a lanky-looking beetle, arching backwards to press antennae and mouth against another butterfly attempting something similar. The wings that can't fold down very much make the image as a whole confusing.