"Are we keeping them alive or are we wiping the slate clean?"
Jahi's nonchalant question was given an equally nonchalant answer from the Marquess, who looked at the approaching crowd with ruby eyes as she replied "Budan, do they seem to have any artifacts on their persons? If not... wipe the slate clean."
Baroness Witrani let out a choked gasp as she trembled behind the Marquess, tears welling in her eyes as she watched her people - the people she had come to care about and represented - raise arms against a Noble.
The monk crouched and ruffled through the pockets and searched the rest of the guard's and Erica's bodies before shaking his head, saying "They're clean. This is no control, no blackmail. Just pure, unadulterated belief it would seem..."
The Marquess nodded, and without another word we unsheathed our weapons as we allowed the crowd to draw closer, observing them with each step they took.
