Black Ice

The man listened intently to the guards, observing each of them carefully. - That's right, - he replied, - I treated your wounds and patched you up to the best of my medical abilities. Perhaps I should apologize, as I watched this bloody battle from the very beginning and dared not intervene. I understand you had no choice, but there's a reason why the people of this country haven't overthrown the tyrant yet. I think you already understand why. This man cannot be fought in a fair fight. You can't imagine how frightened the local population is. I had to spend a considerable amount of time just convincing the peasants to bring you here. - The man looked away from the wounded. - But enough about that. This country needs healing, but there are things that are a much higher priority and require a faster response. Vaironis killed the imperial emissary who came to ask for the return of "Serenity." The old man won't let that go unpunished. I don't think he cares about the sword, but he has always taken the deaths of his subjects very seriously. Therefore, we need to... - Suddenly, something occurred to the man. - Please forgive me, I've been so preoccupied with all these problems that I completely forgot my manners. I used to be the first guard of the Order of the Black Lion; my name is Jonas Schneider. Pleased to meet you.