Lot was surprised that he hadn't encountered these traders already considering his tribe was a popular way station for the likes of them. Their delay in infiltrating the town told Lot that they were as clueless as the Enks and although it made them look stupid it didn't mean they couldn't be dangerous. He was very fond of the total decimation of the threat and he wouldn't be object to taking some of the slaves and freeing them into his 'custody' as it were - it could solve his employment shortage and there was no greater motivator to work than gratitude for ones life. Call him cut throat he preferred to think of himself as pragmatic. Of course his humanitarian side insisted that he remember he wasn't just thinking of his own interests but also the safety of his tribe. If people in his own tribe started to go missing his ass would be on the line not to mention it'd be another think to add to his conscience.
"I agree with Saga," he glanced at her then back in the direction of Robin and Buck. Saga may have been more vocal about her cut throat attitude than he was about his but it didn't mean his response wasn't likely to be the same. "If they're still in the woods we have an advantage but it's one with a time limit so we need to act now," he wasn't so much advising as telling. He looked at Robyn, "I can offer up muscle to dispose of this inconvenient bunch,"