"I am truly sorry for the unfortunate incident you all had to endure due to our faults."
Dressed in casual attire, Lancelot bowed deeply in apology. Behind him, the Security Knights maintained a vigilant formation. All the windows on the street were so tightly shut that only a sliver remained open. The multitude of peering eyes made Roland feel as though he was streaking.
Just when Roland and his group thought they were about to be chucked onto a small boat and sent back to Laroscher, the crowd suddenly erupted in screams. The indignant merchants, turning around to see a squadron of Security Knights charging towards them, scattered like birds. It wasn't until the knights had surrounded them back-to-back and Lancelot had stepped into the circle that they understood what was going on.
