Fanilly didn't like this at all.

The civilians were far too easy of a target, it was so... so [i]dangerous[/i] having them here. She half-wondered if the nobility who had arranged this would come under fire for such a careless, thoughtless decision. This wasn't the only matter that drifted through her mind, however. It didn't take the tactical training she had received leading up to her position as Knight-Captain for the girl to understand that this location was a prime spot for an ambush. While she was certain her knights could destroy a barbaric cult, the matters that concerned her instead fell upon their ability to protect the peasants while doing so. If even one died it was a terrible failure. It was the life of a defenseless innocent that had been taken by black-hearted murderers, and it would have been on her watch. Could she protect these people? She had to, but in this situation...

[i]She had to.[/i]

Astride her white mare, Fanilly gripped the reigns, her thoughts plaguing her. She wasn't a Saint, like the resplendent light that had founded this order. The girl was painfully aware of that fact, that she could not simply do impossible things to keep these people safe. But she couldn't bare the thought of one of them dying. Each of these civilians' lives were just as valuable as the lives of anyone else who had not forfeited such value with evil deeds. So she couldn't allow a single one to die.

But Fanilly's faith in her ability to do so had worn so very thin.