Umbra's gaze did not waver, even when Tyaethe turned her back. Many would've cowered or even flinched before those words, but Umbra was a forest elf, the daughter of a Queen. Not even Tyaethe Radistirin. Neatly, she tucked her bow away without breaking the visual contact, her voice starting like a soft whisper.

"Actions have consequences, alright. Just like our actions five years ago. Or [i]lack[/i] of them for the matter."  She growled. "You were about to pile on that girl the frustration of your own [i]failure.[/i]" The elf said solemnly. "Pathetic." She added as she shut her mouth, her sight now resting on Fanilly, a piercing stare matching hers.

"Let me show how it is done, then." Umbra said, as she hopped off from her position, and with long deliberate strides, went towards the girl. Chanting once again her healing spell, she knelt before the bandit, healing her broken leg.

"I believe this should do it. How are you feeling?" Umbra's eyes rested on the human girl. "I hope you learned your lesson today. Banditry is a despicable craft. But luckily for you, we shall not hold you on this harshly." Umbra sighed, as she eyed the other knights. "The girl does not know anything, nor she has caused lasting harm. I believe we should free her. Interrogating her further and keeping her captive now would be a waste of time." The elven knight said solemnly.

Meanwhile, Nero sighed, as she barely managed to rein Sult in. "Well, I can't blame her, lady Cal. I am sure that in a few years, half of the high society will be longing to be on your good graces. The male half, that is." Nero smirked, as she then let Sult go.

"Oh, by the way, I know a couple of former disgraced Cal servants who hated him as much as you do. If you're in need of assistance, I could get in touch with them. That way you'd not need to rely on dodgy mercenaries." Nero added, as she then carried Sult to the scrying place.

"Mm, shrines, uh? I hope they aren't desecrating them." Sult added.