..., we see; leave now, before we conquer.

So he hoped, that if he led a platoon of exhausted King's Soldiers into their village, that they would...be dealt with.

Of course, there was nothing stopping him being dealt with either, especially with Khoreia in tow, a Vagari shapeshifter, practically royalty...

But he had to do something. And surely the son of the King would be some use to them?

An owl glided across the face of the moon, and he blinked. It had been a snowy owl, and for an inexplicable scond he was reminded of the man the soldiers had murdered. But he could not think why, and he put it out of his mind, and went to his blanket. He would sleep, and everything would be clearer in the morning...

Surely?

And then it was morning, and nothing was clearer. His sleep had been disturbed, and his limbs were heavy with tiredness, but he led the grumbling soldiery nonetheless, led them towards what could be both their doom and his.