[ Arenvald wouldn’t know what to do with a gun anyway, so it’s best that Hank doesn’t offer. Instead he bends to pick up the sword and shield of his fallen comrade. It feels better to be armed, even if he’s not certain how much good he’ll be right now.

He watches as Hank tends to the two soldiers, and it takes a very real effort of will not to tell him to finish them off, instead. These people will only take more lives, but this isn’t Hank’s fight. Hopefully someone else will happen by to put them out of their misery. ]

The Garleans – [ a glance down at the armored men on the floor, as if to clue Hank in to what he means ] – came under the guise of parley, but I think they always meant to attack us. They took anyone who matters, and killed anyone who doesn’t.