As he finished donning his armour, Ionathan smoothed the tabard that was across his mail shirt, as he did so he noticed Isabeau gaze. While he smiled back, he began to wonder about her life. Has she ever had a relatively normal day in her life? Has she ever gone out with a few friends to the local tavern? He was certain the answers to both questions was no which only made him feel more determined. If they could end this, Isabeau could start a normal life.

Moving closer to the group around Isabeau he nodded his consent to the plan, he was sure that if they asked nicely, Emil would let them sling Genevieve on the back of his horse again. Of course it would look like they kidnapped her. In a way they did, but it was all for the greater good and most travellers these days keep to themselves so their travels should be free from any interruptions.

"Trouble! You're all trouble!"

Ionathan frowned, he has had to deal with drunkards too many times in his life and as he listened the mob mentality grew. With increasing confidence that only came from their drinks and the voiced discontent of others. Ionathan knew he had no jurisdiction here, but they didn’t know that.

"I can keep her in check if my concentration isn't broken."
 "Not to mention my friends."

He could not help but smile at Regina when she called him her friend, sure she may have precision marksmanship and terrifying abilities, but she has a good heart. Not to mention that she had played an excellent role in calming the discontent. With her reassurance it was now time to finish of the discontent.

He now made his way into the centre of the Inn, putting more force into his steps for the sound of his heels slamming into the wooden floor. As planned the thud of his heels broke convocations in the tavern, along with his bright tabard, all eyes were on him instead of on the group.

“I am Sir Ionathan Hepburnberg, Commissioner of Justice, head of the Waeldeshorian Guard.

 I was tasked, along with my companions, to arrest this so called witch and to take her to where she will face her crimes, and face justice.

We are fully equipped to face anything she can throw at use, so you can assure yourselves that this is under control and we will soon be leaving.

It is now my duty to inform you that a cottage has recently collapsed in this local district, labourers will be randomly picked to clear the rubble, please see your local government official for more information. Thank you for your time.”

With Regina’s reassurance and the moaning turned to the prospect of spending a few days doing labour intensive work, the tension eased. 

Ionathan now made his way back to the group, mouthing a thank you to Regina.