[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

"HAH!" He ruffles Saya's hair. "A WEE DUCK, MORE LIKE. YE'LL LEARN TAE FIGHT IN TIME, I TRUST, LONG AS YER IN MY ARMY, DINNAE WORRY LITTLEUN!!! AN FER YEW, YA LARGER BEASTIE - I APPRECIATE THE CONFIDENCE! YE'LL NEED IT IF YER TAE GROW!"

He turns to Mazelina. "AS FER THE LIT'L HOLY LASS, DORE'S LIGHT BE WITH YE, I IMAGINE WE'LL BE NEEDIN' ONE TA DRESS OUR WOUNDS AS WE GO ABOUT THINGS - ASSUMIN' ANY OF THESE NOODLE-ARMED REVOTRIAN BASTARDS CAN GET A BLOW PAST M' ARMOR, HAH!!!!"

"LASTLY, REGARDIN' TH' FOLK OF RENAULT!" He coughs, lowering his voice to speak gently, seriously.

"While I was bashin' heads an' turnin' back what I could of the little expeditionary force they had out, I saw a contingent of the Knights of Renault out. They had a lad I recognized right on the nose, too - the crown prince, if ye'd believe it. My guess is Renault is goin' tae fall soon. If we want t' be savin' any of it, we'll want to meet with that wee band o' bastards."