[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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As quickly as the battle had begun, it was over. While Ludvig and Mirielle handled the musketeers - one of which had tried to flee, but was quickly stopped - Carmen and Carnatia tried their hand at interrogating the pinned sergeant. Unfortunately, they weren't able to get much out of him beyond a few vulgarities and accusations, the latter of which at least gave a small amount of insight into the region's current troubles - even if they did ultimately result in more questions than answers. Amanitia's spores relaxed the sergeant's attitude somewhat, but only served to reveal an apparent lack of his preferred alcohol. As the man continued to ramble, Rezello dismissed his weapon, making his way back to his horse as the peasant they had rescued from strangulation approached to plead with Carmen.

Rezello mounted his horse, looking back at the subdued soldiers as some of his party members brought up the possibility of killing them off. It would be easy to do so at this point, but ultimately the consensus was to leave them alive. Didn't stop them from continuing to discuss it, though; if nothing else, it was useful to establish their positions on such matters before it inevitably comes up again. Rezello had killed before, but it had always been thugs, highwaymen, bandits hiding out in dungeons and ruins waiting to ambush explorers and adventurers less capable than himself, not soldiers. Not that these ones acted much differently than his former adversaries.

In the meantime, Carmen and Carnatia had been pressing the recipient of their rescue for more information about where he was leading them. His reluctance to fully explain what it was he was bringing them to had incurred suspicion, and though Rezello doubted that the man would lead them into harm's way right after they had saved him, caution wasn't entirely unwarranted. Men acting in desperation rarely act rationally, and from what they had seen this region was certainly in desperate times, to say the least.

When they arrived at their destination, it became evident why Dromele was reluctant to describe what stood before them. Corpses desecrated by flame and decay, the signs of a gruesome end evident even on what little remained of their carcasses. The few charred remnants of their clothing marked the dead's allegiance to the Order; whoever did this clearly had not taken kindly to Paladin Thomas's activity in the area.

Perhaps they should have killed the soldiers after all.