Tiral brushed himself off as he collected the last of the material off the ground, calmly dispelling the ice crystals orbiting him from existence as he got to his feet. The other knights had gathered enough information, it seemed, and he had eavesdropped well enough to be able to more or less understand where everyone stood. Pursuing their target to their own base, especially considering the damage that had just occurred, was nothing more than a fool's gambit at the moment. Of course, before he could head off himself one of the other knights decided to ride off instead. While that was... Less that ideal, there wasn't much other excuse he could conjure up to leave this area any faster to handle his work.
[i]In peace.[/i]

"I shall follow. You should do as you see fit," he stated curtly, mounting his steed before following after Cymbeline. The sight of the healer from earlier rushing over towards them, though, caused him to pull back the reins of his horse, if only for a moment.

"Is something the matter? I thought you were tending to the wounded back near the battlefield—is there an issue?" he asked, standing by for a response.