[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Are you men of Shilage then?"[/color] Galahad toned subtly, [color=lightblue]"Sure dont act like it."[/color] If Galahad held any surprise at any of the information the highwaymen divulged, the Dragoon's helmet obscured it from view. As far as the bandits were concerned, he was as impassive as ever. Deserters Galahad had expected, though Galahad hadn't expected to be hearing names so close to home- there were some untold dozens of nobles and noble families in Edren, but Istvan was a name Galahad recognized. Rudolf was quick to fill in any possible gaps in memory with a quick rundown of what he expected- though perhaps a bit harsher than Galahad might have done with the same information. 

Rudolf was harsh, but he was right- everyone had skeletons in their closets, Robin's apparent mentor not withstanding. A heavy, gauntleted arm pressed on Robin's shoulder as Galahad turned to her. [color=lightblue]"People change with time. Old becomes new."[/color] He murmured quietly, his voice low and quiet, speaking solely to Robin. [color=lightblue]"No one is without fault. Perhaps he recognized the poor path of his ways and resolved himself to be better- If he is how you believe he is, then you are living proof of his attempts to reconcile his ways."

"If they [i]were[/i] your mentor's men, they certainly aren't anymore. Just a group of ruffians abusing and distorting what techniques he taught them. No more, no less."[/color] Galahad concluded quietly, before glancing back at the men, his tone growing a bit clearer as he regarded them. [color=lightblue]"Though not very well it seems. You all appear to be too used to fighting those who can't or won't fight back. The footwork is there, but sloppy.[/color]

Galahad's hand pressed to his hip, the other swinging the heavy halberd up and shouldering it. The question remained, what to do with the rest of them. The Kirins weren't exactly in a place to be taking prisoners at the moment, they were too few, and those of them that were there hardly had the time to be standing guard. As frustrating as the bandits were, distracting them from their current objectives, they [i]had[/i] surrendered, and Galahad wasn't much for executions- though they couldn't exactly let them go either. Nothing would stop these men from just acquiring more swords and doing much the same as they had been doing before running across the Kirins. The idea of Edreni men harrying the people of Drana Asnaeu wasn't a pleasant thought either. 

Maybe he'd just escort the men to a local guard's post and let the local authorities handle all of this business. 

[color=lightblue]"If they don't know where Fey is, then there's no sense listening to them any further.[/color]