----Lord Captain Kalian Benton Galhansen----
Kalian looked away.
He wasn't squeamish. A knight of his specialisation and his seniority will have been at least ankle deep in the dead once or twice. And anyway, so long as the pain was being administered to the glorified brigand that was 'Sir' Lowen, why should he complain?
In reality, he turned away from the rebreaking of Farln's leg because... It lacked decorum, he supposed.
"It was at the knight's request, Eisenherz." For some reason, he found himself avoiding Farln's name. He instead found himself contemplating his weariness, and the horrifying state of his legs after the journey so far. "Ranger Evithia, are we entirely prepared for another forced ride?"
Lieutenant Erika Homewood
"Huh." Erika stared at the wall a little longer. "If I were a Cliff Lord, what would make me pretend a whole district doesn't exist...?" She gave it an experimental kick, which she immediately regretted. "It's solid. Ow. Maybe it's something else? Like mad Fairies?"
Behind them, a trio of civilians entered the square, walking confidently. A Zuna and a Gerudo each in pale robes, with a unarmoured Darknut striding behind them. Each carried plain, darkened-steel swords naked at their belts.