You wrestle the knife from his grip and, clapping a hand across his mouth, sink the blade into his throat. As the warrior expires, you take the other jerkin and return to the ridge where Drazha is waiting for you. The two of you ride down the ridge, though fortunately your path along the road only takes you through the fringes of the camp. A few suspicious looks are cast your way, but by keeping your head down, you quickly pass through the camp unhindered.
Almost.
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