[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

The paladin was nearly silent on the journey back, offering up the only explanation the Captain was likely to be getting for how things had turned out in the end: "The Church saw to it." From there to Aimlenn, the normally vocal knight seemed to have nothing to say, merely grudgingly consenting to an offer to wash the blood from her armour rather than allow it to build up and tarnish the silvery metal once more.

She spent the night standing in front of Elionne's sword as usual, finally sighing in the dead of the night and wondering, "When will you return? With lies like those... are the knights not good enough?"

Perhaps this one question explained her taking note of those heading out for early practice, turning from her vigil and following Fleuri out into the courtyard. How long had it been since she had made sure that the knights were up to standard...? Too long, too much trouble spent trying to get that elf to have some sort of common sense. Yet she was gone now, which meant... all the rookies could be brought up to par. At least the true captain wouldn't be able to find fault with their abilities when she returned, then.

"Jodeau, Klaus. Do you think you could best me, working together?"