Beren's fists were out and face as hard as stone, staring at the next man with the audacity to continue this farce and come at him. But he was called off. They all were it seemed. The men filtered away into the night, casting looks of fear and anger at Brand's adopted children as they did so. Beren simply drew himself up, placed his palms together, and breathed deeply. 

He approached Keira and gave a small bow. "You did good." he said, his tone as familiar as a family member. The young man looked around the room, drawing in more calming breaths as he did so. It was only right for them to spare whom they could, just as it was right for them to fight for what they believed in. Brand would want justice enacted, but not wanton violence.

He went over to gather his things, strapping them to his chest and sash belt before making his way over to the others once again. Brown eyes ready and steeled, with a tenderness behind them for those that looked closely. "I can pray for him." he spoke up. "If we hold a small service, that is. Though I suspect we'll all pay our respects in our own way."

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