After a few moments of silence, Fanilly took a deep breath, eyes downcast.

"We... we must ensure they have a proper burial," she began raising her gaze and turning towards her knights. "Or... at least have the appropriate words said over them, if nothing else. We can't leave them all like this, we..."

She trailed off. She had seen men die. She had killed men. But this mass execution of Thaln's soldiers was... different. It had shaken what composure she had. All she could think of was the hopelessness that they must have felt here, bound and watching their comrades die one by one by the brutality of a slashed throat. This was not a battle where the dead at least died fighting. This was a slaughter, the only definition it could fall under was that of murder.

"Oiiii, don't fall apart," commented Alette, making to step forward, "I know it's pretty horrible, but you're supposed to be the captain here, aren't you, cute stuff? Find out what happened, and kill the shitbags who orchestrated it. Unless I beat you to it."

Alette grinned, somewhat viciously, as she rested her spear across her shoulders. "There's only one thing I hate more then the kind of fuckers who'd order people to do this sort of shit."

Fanilly shook her head, and took a deep breath. As unpleasant as the Shark had put it, she had a point. She had to keep her composure.

It was around then that Tiral approached her with a note.

"Some kind of item?" she trailed off for a few moments. Something had been taken here? Was that the reason that all of this had happened? But what could it have been? What sort of item would have instigated all this? "But why would so many people have died for this... what could it be?"

"Wait, what? It's moved on already?" Alette asked, "Aaah, damn it all!"

She sighed heavily.

"Reon damn stupid scumbag bastard fuckers..." she practically growled.

Fanilly immediately looked up at that note. "... Do you know what was here?"

For a few moments, Alette was silent. "... Ah... well... er..."

Borifos simply sighed.

"As if I had said numbers were the only factor in this situation," he commented, "Such arrogant blather is hardly the way to treat a fighting force she had unjustly attacked and had been convinced to step down. Frankly, if I were a more temperamental individual, I would describe her behavior in less polite terms."

"Hmph," huffed Alrial. "Forget that idiot, Borifos. A stupid uptight moron like her isn't worth your breath. Now put me up!"

She raised her arms. With a sigh, Borifos leaned down, and then picked her up, before resting her carefully on his shoulder.

The rat was unfortunately not a font of wisdom. The most it could provide was that, a few days ago, there had been some kind of scuffle, and that it had hid. Humans who were different from the first humans had come, something had happened, and then there were a lot of dead humans. That was about all that it knew. It had been hiding for the most part out of fear for its own life.

"Ah? There was supposed to be something here," Abigail commented, eyes still lingering on Alette, "But it seems like it must be gone... oh, dear... My dear Alette will be in a poor mood, she wants to be paid... I shall have to cheer her up as soon as possible~"