Markus watched from the side lines as the poor priestess hugged the corpse of her mentor. His head hung as he slowly moved towards her, knelt down, and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry." He knew telling her that wouldn't help, but what else could he do? The poor girl had seen the entirety of La Luz Fortaleza ripped to pieces by savages. He sighed quietly to himself as he stood back up, "I know you still harbor anger toward me, even if you forgave me, but let me help you. After we give him a proper burial I can take you to my king, he is sure to have resources, maybe even a shelter, that you can use for a little while." Markus looked around the town, those savages sure as hell did some damage, if they did that, then these two needed to be careful not to run into them again. Who knows if Markus is strong enough to take on the savages, or even be able to at least hold them off slightly. The knights gaze fell to the floor as he sighed silently to himself once more.