[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

The battle was over.  The sight of the captain presenting Jeremiah's severed head broke the morale of the remaining bandits, and their will to fight evaporated.  Fleuri removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his face, relieved that the battle was over.  There was no time to waste, however, for there was still much to do, from preparing the prisoners for transport, to rescuing the captives, to tending to their wounded.  Fortunately, while the battle was littered with dead bandits, Fleuri was not seeing any knights among the fallen.

For the first few minutes, Fleuri helped to bind the bandits still in the camp.  He didn't like looking at their faces, knowing what fate awaited them.  No doubt they were murderers and plunderers who killed and kidnapped innocents, and it was Reon's will that justice be meted out to these evildoers, but he took no pleasure in looking upon the faces of doomed, broken men and women.  It never was a problem when fighting necromancers and their mindless undead thralls.  Zombies and skeletons didn't surrender, they didn't show fear or pain, and killing them was objectively an act of mercy.  As for the necromancers pulling the strings, it was never an option to take them alive- they were simply too dangerous, and their crimes too heinous in Reon's eyes.  Perhaps it was for the best that he remain a little compassion for the undeserving, rather than risk becoming too callous to summon compassion for those that [i]do[/i] deserve it.  And perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that he had not been directly involved in the War of the Red Banner, killing nobles and soldiers for choosing the wrong side in a civil war.

While tying the hands of one of the bandits, Fleuri overheard a commotion coming from one of the tents.  While he finished binding the raider, another knights- specifically, Dame Verenna (as a Naga, there was no mistaking her for anyone else)- slithered inside to handle it.    From the sound of it, they were having some trouble with one of the captives.  After Mari sent the two other knights away to bring provisions, Fleuri made his way to the tent in hopes of helping out.

"You said you need a blanket, Dame Verenna?" Fleuri asked as he put down his sword and helmet, then unclasped and removed his white cape, which had remarkably remained unstained throughout the battle.  "Here, will this do?"

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