Tiral took the Captain's prompt answer as a sign that he should stop acting like a fool and actually return to change into the necessary garb. Thankfully, it seemed as if his suggestion hadn't fallen on deaf ears (or, rather, it felt as if the Captain had already been aware of the face and that he might've accidentally belittled her for no good reason), and so he at least had a chance to change into something more... [i]Suitable[/i] for combat. Of course, the mage had as little time to prepare as any other knight heading out on the expedition, so without any further frivolities he tucked his knife away under his armor, grabbed his sword, and left with the rest as they headed out once more.

However much he said about fighting living men, though, meant nothing against those of the [i]un[/i]dead. To say nothing of the Immortal Knight, of course, though the idea of necromancy was still something he frowned upon heavily.

[i]"The dead should stay dead, though. Mortal men abusing the bodies of the deceased is something even I cannot tolerate..."[/i] the mage cursed inwardly as Marianne took out one of the guards exiting the crypt with a well-aimed arrow. Convenient.

"Well, that's all well and good, but we might want to at least drag the corpse out of the way. If it's a necromancer we're dealing with, another dead body on the pile would only end up being another liability... Am I wrong?" he asked, staring in contempt as the blood slowly continued to leak out from the man's neck. "The option to leave it there also exists, but... Well, being flanked from the rear might cause us to lose momentum in the near future."