Avad shouldered his way forward from the waist-deep water, grimacing in displeasure. As he stopped to consider the ex-soldier in front of him more closely, though, his brow furrowed and his eyes darted back and forth before settling on the red surcoat. His mouth dropped open a bit in recognition for a moment, and his eyes snapped up to those of the veteran.

"I recognize that crest. You were at the battle of Tabor Lei during the Erane'Vos campaign. Knights of the Western Fjords, if I'm not mistaken. Long since destroyed. I didn't know any of your order were still alive."

He pulled a small leather sack that jangled loudly from his belt, tossing it at the man. "For services to the Realm," he nodded. "I would do more, but I'm a bit drained of magic at the moment."

With that said, he turned to the Silver Fox, regarding him coldly. "No. I myself stationed guards at every entrance to the city. And trust me, I know all of them. We're not going back in there for a good long while, until things cool down a bit. Don't even try."

Finally, he turned to the Princess. "Princess, I strongly urge you to leave this criminal behind. He'll ransom you to the king for a few silver crowns in a heartbeat. No honor among thieves."