Jacob

The tactician sighed and turned back slowly trudging back to the group and the caravan with a sigh. "I don't get it... They were about to give it up, that wasn't a fight they slaughtered them. I don't... I don't understand..." He spoke looking at the snow as he slowly crawled back up the hill and into a cart. He sat down and just looked out, he need to think and clear his mind. Jacob sighed staring at the snow still, here it was still fresh and white yet else it was coated in blood and death. He could hardly believe it, he just sat there letting his mind try to deal with the images before him.

Caroline

The Princess had set off for the caravan as well giving her brother a wide berth to deal with his problems. Slowly she took a seat at the rear most carriage with the crates of food and supplies. She felt bad for him and angry at his teacher. Sighing she laid back against a bag of rice shutting her eyes, sleep would help her to forgot these horrors... Right?

Andres

The Grandmaster traded words with the Knights and as thank you they quickly acknowledged his seal of the Exalt and opened the gate. The old mane picked up a stick and walked back, his pipe hanging out of his mouth his spell and blade lay at his side as the victorious old man walked back across the field inspecting his handy work and mumbling about it all. He reclaimed his seat at the front of the caravan silently as he puffed smoke pointing the driver onward the man nodded and they slowly rolled towards the gate of Regna Ferox.