[color=7a4988][i]'More concerned for their own reputation that the life of the woman. Barbarians.'[/i][/color] Rem watched the scene unfold from the spot he stood rooted. It wasn't to be unexpected. No one had anything anymore. It was lost, abandoned when they were forced to run, so it was to be expected that the only thing these men and women could bicker over would be their reputation. This was the chance for the knights to shine, to make something of themselves, wasn't it? If they didn't take this chance...There might not have been another one in the future.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose when the soldiers dispersed, a man in red heading over to the medical tent with a girl, Rem turned. Dragging his hand down his eye then, it was only now that weariness was beginning to truly set in. The day was slipping farther away into the black of night, and in the back of his head, Rem was beginning to rethink his idea of stealing away into the city again. As he thought, becoming distracted from his environment, he stepped into a girl he hadn't seen.

[color=7a4988]"A-ah!"[/color] Crying out in a bit of shock, he blinked. [color=7a4988]"Apologies! You are unharmed?"[/color] Reaching out, he put a hand on the girl's shoulder to make sure she remained steady, looking at those bright red eyes in the process. [color=7a4988]"I was not watching where I was going. My apologies, miss."[/color]

Before he could do or say anything else, a murmur began to run through the camp. Their King had left his tent, and made to speak. Eyes widening, Rem left the girl before she could even respond, making his way to the front of the crowd to hear what their King had to say.