The trouble with doing anything in close vicinity to the forest is you're likely to be observed by the resident treehuggers. Gorlim is not QUITE that environmentally friendly, but he gets tired of walls -- force of habit, after five years sleeping on a moor. He hasn't seen the WHOLE fight, indeed, he hasn't seen much more than this. And he had intended to leave it be and let Ramon get on with his business.

Then... the gun and the knife showed up. And this is where Gorlim encounters a moral dilemma. He likes Ramon. He knows Random would not like it if Ramon were to be shot or thrown in the cells for dismembering someone. And dismembering people isn't nice, even when they have a gun pointed at you.

If only because Ramon's knife is nowhere NEAR suited for the task.

And if Gorlim knows Ramon, this is not a situation that's likely to diffuse on its own.

Therefor Sands? Whoever he is, the lucky gentleman finds himself being barreled over in VERY short order by a spazzy scarecrow.

A spazzy HEAVILY-ARMED scarecrow.

Sands gets pinned down by Gorlim's full weight and a somewhat longer, slightly curved knife pressed to his throat.

"DROP IT. THAT'S NOT A REQUEST." Gorlim is talking to both of them, because Ramon has a broadsword pointed at him. "BOTH OF YOU DROP IT NOW."