[center][h2][color=b5a0d2][b]⚘[/b]   Steffen Gravinir   [b]⚘[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Steffen was fully expecting an attack, if not certain death, from the witch. For such a dangerous gambit, having no intention of just keeling over and accepting death, there wasn't much hesitation or fear both from appearance and actuality, something unlike previous fights that he was a little surprised afterwards, as the surge of the moment faded away and that she decided to spare him. The woman's words struck vaguely on him, but her fury went into the necromancer instead. Not to give this man too much credits, but he went down like a necromancer: a stubborn, undying fool. 

The witch also ceased any form of resistance. It was her heart that crumbled rather than her body, and really, who could fault a person for this. A warrior fights for what she loved, and that she had failed. Alfrid had died, and, as the battle died down, the undead returning to their resting place among their ancestors, the fighters recovering, his last words got to Steffen more than any battle wounds he received from that fight. Victory was had, it was total for the Iron Roses, but he felt hollow,...unwhole. 

Behind the glory, justice - true justice - was not yet served. 

He knew that the knights and the crowns would not be happy letting her go free, just from her participation alone, but also her statement implying there is more to the story. She and the Nem sisters may not see true peace for a while, despite their unwilling participation.

[color=b5a0d2]"Sir Fleuri is right."[/color] Steffen readily stepped up to affirm Fleuri. [color=b5a0d2]"If there were to be arrests, I am willing to appeal for more lenience...for all three of them."[/color] Glancing over to the witch and the nem, his eyelids hang loose, his inner eyebrows raised. [color=b5a0d2]"And I suggest patience for now. We already killed her loved ones. Let's not kill her will too."[/color]

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