Havarr had not slept that entire night instead he sat and watched his ward sleep, what happened that night burned into his mind and shaking him to his core, but he had to not let it show if the sister saw his fear, then she would fear. But how could he not fear when he saw the boy attack his own mother like he did not recognize her, how could he not fear when he had to kill his own comrades. For Arria and The Mothers sake he had to remain strong.

The room was quiet almost maddeningly so, so Havarr kept occupied by going over the templars oath over and over again in his head. It had been ingrained in his brain after his latest failure. And this was just another failure he knew if he returned home and he told them about the deaths of an entire army of templars they'd take his head, there would be no lashings or branding that would save him from a second failure. But he would have to get Arria back even if it damned him.

Arria calling out for him brought him out of his world of self pity and oath swearing. She wanted to go back up and Havarr knew that if they stayed down here they would die of dehydration, before hunger set in. He listened in he thought he heard faint thuds upstairs but maybe it was his imagination going wild, those things probably passed long ago in search of other people to kill they were nothing but beasts.

"Alright" He said quietly "But stay behind me." He got up and drew his claymore from his back scabbard it came free with a rasping sound, the blade threw reflections around the room it was relatively clean as his brothers told him to only fight when they needed him. They died before they needed him, he walked to the door and leaned against the wall waiting for Arria to fall in behind him.