A paladin wearing a black leather helmet with civilian clothes rushes up a set of stone stairs. He stops at the final step and salutes as a girl with brown hair who looks toward him, nodding her head. He walks over to her and looks at the smoke-filled air covered by a small town in the distance as a brush of wind makes the female's trench coat waver in the wind.
"Ma'am; We have a follow-up report about the situation in Viano."
She sighs while looking down at the grassy terrain several feet below then back towards the paladin. "Well… Let's hear it. How many casualties, not including the personnel that perished before the guard intervened?"
The paladin gulps and scratches the top of his cap. "W-Well ma'am… That's just it; there weren't any."
Her eyes sharpen as her full body turns toward him. "What was that?"
