Bodies littered the ground. Covered in dirt, bruised and bloodied, they were now fuel for the earth to neutralize and create new life. There was already so much work for the Mother to do here, but the lives of the negative were best to neutralize than those of the innocent and righteous. Ramando's heart vibrated a grievance and silent mourning for those he felled this night, the same he'd done when he'd first arrived in this unfortunate city. 
	He kept his quarterstaff close, prepared to continue this battle deep into the night and preparing to fell more enemies that threatened the weak and dying. He looked to Parum, eyeing over her body in a quick inspection for injuries. It seemed the only one injured in this fight was the Green Man, Orchid. Though, he seemed largely unfazed by his injuries despite their apparent severity. Perhaps he placed his sense of protection over the wrong individual. 
	It was difficult to avert his attention to the guardsmen who'd entered to see if the area was cleared. One of the men's questions took him by surprise. Wouldn't they know best how to proceed. Ramando wasn't a soldier learned in the ways of military tactics and strategy, and he knew this. There was no trick for him to perform that would end this battle, this siege. So he looked to Brannor'sir and his captive Ramando never intended, but never wished to actually kill at the same time. If any of them would know how to proceed, it would be the one with the captive or the, clearly, intellectual Bard that proved a powerful asset to their band.