"heh." Umbra just sneered at the comment of the other elf, her hand resting in her hip as she made a motion to pick up her cloak and once again, fasten it. She then began to walk inside the door, in graceful catlike steps. "Sir Borifos, you're also deluded. Do you think that numbers are everything? This little personality-cult you have with that fast mercenary of the spear cannot afford to even lose once, and yet she still acts as if she can defy everyone. Talk about the pot calling the kettle back, it was your leader's refusal to stand down what started this in the first place. We can afford to lose multiple times, as we're the a longstanding order of knights. You simply cannot compete with a knightly order in the long run."

She paused.

"Within a hundred of years this little group of yours will be nothing but bone and ash, and I will be laughing as the Iron Roses will still be standing." She huffed as she went inside, examining the corpses with certain disdain, as if they were just pieces of game meat ready to slaughter. "But go ahead, try to lecture me, try to say you're good enough and puff your chests. Beneath that flippant attitude your dear leader was [i]afraid[/i] of getting caught in the middle of something without even wanting it."

Her hands wandered once again, and in a quick gesture, she deftly picked a small critter off the ground. The black puffball of the rat squealed at first, but seemed to settle down as Umbra reached for her pocket, gently offering some bread to the rodent, and scratching the back of its head.

"I'm going to interrogate a witness, don't mind me." She said to her fellow knights, as she stared deep into the squeaking rodent, her mind and senses sharpening.

[i]Tell me what happened here, little one.[/i] She conveyed to the rat.