Juna followed the Knight along with Annara, and together the pair of them kept a close eye on him as they led him to Lothren. Juna kept up her perpetual smile, which seemed to always to be apparent on her face. The Knight said that if mages were to attack them, he would jump off the horse rather than serve as a meat-shield.

“I’m sure, even if such an event were to happen, that you’d be doing no such thing,” Juna said. 

Then Juna walked away from him. Juna felt that all his words were but hot air, which the Knight couldn’t help but utter. He surely missed the feeling of having a blade in his hand, and being allowed to slay heathens and miscreants without hesitation. Currently he was but a smug and arrogant coward, who did not frighten any of them at all. 

Juna leaped back on her own horse. It had been announced that Nalendiel had been killed. It was always a shame when one of their own was killed, and Juna, in her own way, gave him a moment of silence. It may have been true that he had been overzealous, actually really only greedy, but that was not enough reason for Juna to simply dismiss him. However, any mourning would likely wait for now. Now she would wait for any orders Lothren had, and follow them through. She rather hated raiding, and considered it merely a task that she was bound to, and she was eager to get out of her.