Dianne
**Felix Reed - Harronheart County.**

Kiervan had a hard time standing up. One of the young reavers had pushed him into the mud before tackling Vaughn, all so that wonded young man that started it all could manage to break free. Id didn't change a lot: while he saved his friend, he got captured instead.

The Brotherhood members fast and slippery, but when the guards came back, the Ibbish members had managed to get a hold of three of them:

Marius Falke, the brotherhood champion, who turned out to be the scion in exile of an important Ibbish house.

Erwan Cuberth, a plump and auburn-haied boy who sacrificed himself to allow the spear-thrower to escape. None of the guards managed to figure out his identity. He was probably from a minor noble house.

And finally, a certain readhead fittingly named Noëlle "Redlin". Allegedly one of the many bastard daughters of Nigel Redlin: former Ibbish minister of war, later disgraced by queen Lucrezia and presumably killed.
She had been caught while attempting to flee.
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"What should we do with them?" Asked Felix.
Ralph
Bryan Verandus, Harronheart

*Out of all the thirty members or so,* The young knight thought, as he watches their enemies being held as prisoners to them. *...Only three were caught.* He nodded disapproved of it, however it was a fair number they could get at least.

Bryan drew his back his longsword into its brown scabbard, a hissing whisper was made from it as he did it. He inspected all of the captives in front of him, some of which he had heard of, some of which, never at all.

He was soon interrupted by the arrival of Kiervan, his friend. Who seems to get his clothes dirty during the commotion. " They got your dirty, " Bryan said, and grimaced for a moment. Looking back at his friend with a nervous smile, he turned his attention back to their captives. 

" I said, we tied them up nearby for now. Or find a place to lock them up." Bryan suggested, his eyes upon the captives, especially their "Champion" Which they were able to capture him. " Interrogate them, and we'll decide what will be their fate be. " He stated, looking back at his friend.
Dianne
The readhead struggled in vain to break free, whereas the chubby boy who had tackled Vaughn opposed the guards here and there, but was overall much calmer.

Marius didn't even need to be restrained after being tied. He followed along, not bothering to return a look to Felix or Bryan.

"You've got this wrong!" The Cuberth boy tried to argue with Vaughn and the men of the garrison. "Those Shitbloods tried to burn us alive! We were simply trying to avenge our dead comrade! They wanted the murderer to get away," He said, and he pointed towards Pat and Hubert.
Ralph
" But you started this," Bryan snapped, looking back at the fellow member part of the brotherhood. The young knight start walking, slowly approaching the young man and stood before him at ease. He held a serious expression upon his face as he looked in the square of the eyes of the young fellow. " Had you not, you wouldn't probably be here by now. " He pointed out, before he turned aside and take a look at the nearby peasants who lived at here. "

"...What he just said, was it true? " The young knight asked, surveying the peasants. Especially the man who were almost killed by these young pests, he had his eyes set upon him first. " I want y'all to be honest at here, we all helping out at here because of this mess they made." He stated, reassuring the peoples before him.
Dianne
Everyone became quiet. Only the sound of fading flames could be heard.

The peasants looked at Bryan. They were battered and dirty, but determined.
Not a single one opened their mouth to denounce anyone.

None but the man who had escaped the brotherhood's punishement.

"Yes. I did," He said. "They raped my daughter. They have killed our cattle, plundered the riches of the town hall and taken them to their hideout. They stole the ale of madam Barne's tavern. They come every year to take away our hard earned coin, or harvest, all in the name of their alleged Lordsblood right.

So what if I burned them? They deserved it. Too long have we suffered their raids without help from the army.
I decided to take justice into my own hands, even if it means I will hang for it."
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart

Upon hearing this, Bryan were filled with nothing but disappointed and disgusted by the actions of the so-called of their brotherhood did. "...Thank you for your honesty." He said, expressing his gratitude for the man who bravely stood out to speak out against the marauders. ...They are in fear. The young knight thought, after suffering such attacks from them probably months by months. It must has been hard for them to speak out. 

Nodding his head slowly, Bryan slowly turned and looked at the young fellow before him as he was held by two of his men. Bryan was very disappointed of this. "...What's the man said, he's right." He spoke. "Justice must be served for those you has been harmed with. " He stated, his tone was that of a wise and calm man. "Why joined this cause anyways? You were born as a noble, something which not everyone is born with. You should be grateful of that." He pointed out. 

Before the young fellow could speak out for himself, Bryan already knew what he was about to say. " I don't know what's going on in your family or sort. But I has seen many of your kinds before." He said. "Young heirs with daddy issues, runaway brides escaping from an arranged marriage, victims of abusive parents. Name them all." He listed them out while he slowly put himself to his knees, looking at the young kid with a concern look. "Hell, I even help some of your kind to escape before. But this!?" He said, getting back on his feet immediately as he pointed out his finger across the environment around them.

" This has taken just too much over the line! " The young knight exclaimed, shouting at the kid because of their actions they made.
Aaron
Vaughn, Harronheart County

After being tackled, a shocked look went over Vaughn's face. It had seemed that he had let his guard down. The boy that he had attempted to recover had noticeably escaped. As he rose to his feet his hands made their way up to his torso before brushing off the light coat of mud that had made it onto his chainmail armor. As he picked up his short sword, with a tight grip he held the double-edged blade in hand before returning to the capture point. As he returned, to his slight surprise he noticed that his men had been able to capture a good amount from the brotherhood. To his dismay however, he learned the truth of why these children decided to run away from home. Although a small bit of concern laid on him, in his opinion, this movement had went to far. However, he pitied the group for what they had to endure. As he continued to look down at the children his head would turn to his mean. His dark, hickory colored hair would flow in the wind's breeze as he gave them a quick nod. He was proud to know that they kept their bravery even in the heat of value. One question lied over Vaughn though. As he turned to Sir Bryan he would ask,

"So what now?"
Stacey
"What now?
Well, we will execute these looting thugs, and chase down that band of pathetic bandits.
This my land, my word is final, you may decide amongst yourselves who will do the killing. But they must all die for their crimes.

Hubert was still sat down against the large rock, sweat coating his brow and forehead.
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart

"..Woah," Bryan was not a bit surprised that Hubert was gonna call for an execution for them, however he felt that it was quick to happen now. "Hang on. We can't just do that now. The conclusion of this is too early" The young knight pointed out, looking back at his captives before looking back at the elderly knight. "Not at this moment of course. Look around you, this place is in ruins. Your people needs you now, not them." He stated, his sights as he held it upon the peasants before he looks in the direction of where did the Brotherhood fled too. "We still has a big problem for ourselves to deal with anyways." Bryan said.

He looked back on the prisoners and thought of something. "Well," He said, rubbing his chins for the moment. "I guess we could use their help in the event that has yet to come." He exclaimed, looking back at the elderly knight, hoping that he would rethink his decisions.
Aaron
Vaughn, Harronheart County

As Vaughn was answered by Sir Hubert a worried yet stern expression came across his face. He did feel a tad bit of sympathy for the poor youngsters, however he did feel as if they should face some sort of punishment. He lightly took his hand across his forehead before wiping the sweat off his brow. His dark, hickory colored hair swayed in the air as his eyes began to focus onto the group. He would speak in a low manner before saying,

"Well they are young. Would it be a better idea to have these lot draw out the others from their hiding places?"
Stacey
Hubert thought long and hard, he breathed in deeply.

"We shall keep one of them as bait, a hostage if you will.
But you are right Sir Bryan, my people need me, we must tend to my hall, we shall execute the prisoners tomorrow."

Hubert got up and started walking towards the crumbling town hall.