Well, there went any possibility of this thing ending peacefully without Barst intervening. Dammit all. "It's not a regular occurance, the big dumb oaf just stumbled upon our commander-the bow guy-and his daughter training. Fuckin' hell...." Walking over towards the two, he called out. "Alright, everybody, before you all get your britches in a twist and somebody gets killed, shut yer traps for a minute and let me actually explain what the hell is happening here."

"First of all, big guy, drop the sand. You're not gonna do a damn thing except piss him off. And the young lady you 'heroically' rushed in to 'save' is his daughter. We're a mercenary company, and you just interrupted their training. Now, boss, you have to admit, a Vinsenian spy? I know things are bad, but those guys aren't morons. Anybody who stands out in a crowd ain't good for spy work, and this guy....well, he sure as hell stands out in a crowd. Other than that, why would a spy rush after you headlong like a complete dunce?" A sharp glare at Hark turned over to Duraid. 

"None of this makes sense, and even you have to admit that. So here's what ACTUALLY happened. Our cheerful, ever-friendly leader and his daughter were training, I assume she got her backside handed to her....AGAIN....and mister large and in charge here rushed over thinking he was gonna end up a hero. As for the three extras....yeah, I'm just not gonna try with that. That about right, though, everyone? No need for someone to get killed over a misunderstanding, right?"