While there had been plenty of opportunities to go for the kill here and there, none of them had been followed up. Instead, where there had once been a decently-sized group of wayfarers and knights, there was now only a bunch of curled up, moaning men, flipped over on themselves. Incapacitating them with a few broken arms and legs made things much easier on his conscience.

Though he had his own way of doing things, he had little to say in objection to the bloody mayhem that his pal was stirring up not too far behind. Looks like things were going all right over there. The path to the well was completely clear, and his wagon hadn't missed the mark, having come to a stop just a few feet away from the opening. Eren adjusted his peg leg and hobbled over to finish the job.

"Here goes nothing," he groaned, lurching forward and dropping both the cart and carcass down the drain. "On second thought, it might've been a good idea to save the cart. Not like it'll do any good down there. Oh well."

With the mission nearly over, he was ready to head on back. Or so he thought. While hurrying to his horse, one of the bucketheads he thought he had done in seemed to be trying to take his ride home. While he wasn't gonna have that, there was little he could do in the way of subduing him from this distance. Thankfully, the masked man showed up just in the nick of time, complete with a grand, bloody display. Seems like all that small talk managed to be worth it in the end.

"Not like I care, I ain't paying for it. Saladin is." That didn't stop him from wiping it off with his sleeve. "It'll be scrapped for bandages once we're back." He calmed the animal down while he said this, then hopped on in the same manner as before. "Which reminds me, I haven't yet introduced myself, have I? Not that there's much to introduce. Call me...hm, Kruger. That'll do for now. And you?"