Crom remained unfazed by the werewolf's retort. "A naked man who tried to tear out my throat moments before." He corrected. He hadn't been thrilled with the prospect of leaving the man, but he also didn't find keeping a man who had just tried to kill him nearby particularly safe. As for Adrian, Soah was probably right, but it was what the boy wanted to do. He doubted anyone could stop him. Crom looked to the ground for a moment. "Maybe you're right, maybe I don't have any honor left." Crom remembered back to his days in Esterl. The honor he'd had as a knight was long besmirched. Maybe hanging on to the memory of his past was pointless. He shook his head, taking a long drink from the bottle in his hand. He spoke again. "So is the boy still w-" His question was answered before he could ask it. He looked up to see Adrian at the end of the alleyway.

Alec listened intently as Milo spoke, though his blankly staring out a window might've suggested otherwise. The Scouts sounded like they would likely be able to handle themselves rather well. It'd take a bit for the lord to get used to commanding troops other than his own. "Good, good. It sounds like you all will be quite helpful." He sat in silence a bit longer before turning back to Milo, who was still nursing the bottle of brandy. Alec's eyes peered into the young man's. It was as if he could see into his very soul. "And what can you tell me about yourself, Lieutenant Ranier?"