[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

It was immediately apparent when Tyaethe had identified the symbol: a wordless yell of frustration followed by a somewhat impressive string of cursing, definitely not the appropriate sort of language to be using around someone of Veileena's age and upbringing. It eventually tapered off into something that could at least be [i]followed[/i], even if not directly addressed. "Five years! Five years of hunting down every traitor to get off of that battlefield with a pulse! Every single one beheaded and there's still vermin crawling out! We should have [i]known[/i] that it wasn't over just because we couldn't find any more but we didn't go out and look [i]even after killing the bastards in the mausoleum!"[/i]

It was true that, in the interim before Fanilly had assumed command, the knights had predominantly concerned themselves with hunting down those responsible for the loss of the previous captain. It was also true that it seemed that, evidently, all of the conspirators had been hunted down or fled the country for good before they were tried for their crimes. So, naturally, the one that had spearheaded the hunt for Phoran Cal's cohorts was enraged by their continued survival.

Enraged and very much considering just dealing with any living bandits [i]now[/i] for their crimes rather than waiting to allow someone with actual judicial authority to sentence the survivors. Tyaethe's hand tightened around her sword as she marched over to the bandit spared earlier, the girl having wisely chosen to not make an escape on a broken leg. Quick, easy, and exactly what she deserved. 

But against her vows. A paladin couldn't just go around killing people because it seemed like they were going to be executed anyway. They weren't judge, jury, and executioner.

So, instead, the wounded girl was roughly hoisted up by one steel-clad gauntlet, regardless of any pain that might have caused. [i]"Who's paying you?"[/i]