Dianne
"I want to stay clear from the dungeon," Replied Felix. "The big dude you were fighting scares me, even behind bars. The other one looks to be a dead man wakling: I doubt he will even notice when we hang him. As for the girl, she's been whining all the way here, cursing names I don't know and blaming the blood caste for her misfortune. Maybe you'll want to pay them a visit. Not me."
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Castle

"...Uh-huh." He said, turning around as he looked over at Kiervan who suggested that he should go talk with the prisoners about it. He rubs his chin about it for a moment, thinking about whether he wanted or not. "...Alright, I'll do it." He stated, looking at Kiervan as he nodded before turning his attention toward Vaughn. "Follow me, Vaughn. Looks like we got something to do." He said, and smiled for a moment before he slowly walks away where the direction of the dungeon was.

As he walks, he then suddenly stopped as he turned and take a look at Kiervan for something else. "At the same time, you should go find a map of this area or sort, we can plan our strategies from there on. Might give us a clue about the whereabouts of the brotherhood current position. " The young knight advised, before continuing his way towards the dungeon along his squire.
Aaron
Vaughn, Harronheart County

As Sir Bryan motioned for him to come along, a hopeful yet serious look stood on his face. His dark, hickory colored hair swayed in the air as it motioned. His feet met the muddy ground as he hastily followed behind Sir Bryan, his lifelong friend. As he followed behind him a small enveloped letter laid calmly in his hand. Although their were small wrinkles along the parchment he motioned for Sir Bryan before saying,

"Sir Bryan, my apologies for not giving this to you sooner. This letter is from a royal."

He would say as he motioned his hand forward to give it to him. The chainmail armor covered his arm as a small glimmer of light touched down.
Ralph
Sir Bryan - Harronkeep dungeon

"Come on, Vaughn. No need for the formalites," He said in a cheerful tone as the two walks through the hallways. "We've known each other for *Years*, y'know." He pointed out, looking over at his friend. "Besides, if there is anyone who I am counting my life at, is definitely you for sure." He stated and grinned. The two knew each others from childhood ever since. Bryan held a great trust and loyal toward his dearest friend. 

As Vaughn mentioned about a letter and gave it to him, Bryan quickly noticed the sigil that bears the royal insignia from the capital of Ibethiel. *What's this?* He thought as he held it his hands, wondering about it as he quickly opens it. Seeing what was inside of it. It was a paper as he slowly takes it out from it. He read it for quite sometimes as the two continue walks on their way, he had some impressions about it after reading it. The young knight didn't believed it at first. 

After arriving at the entrance of the dungeon and greeted by two guards who were guarding it, Bryan let out a deep breath about it. "Apparently," He said, after taking a step into the dungeons. "I has been made as landlord of Mormill, it's seems." He explained, looking over at his friend as he smiled. "Guess Ma would be proud of me, I guess." He exclaimed and chuckles about it.
Aaron
Vaughn, Harronheart Dungeon

A small smirk would go across Vaughn's face as he was surprised about what had actually resided in the letter. After all, even though it was from a royal he had never suspected that Sir Bryan would become a landlord. As he stood he would lightly tap Bryan's shoulder with rejoice before saying, 

"Congratulations old friend."

As he said this with a sincere tone he would remove his hand before dropping it to his side.
Dianne
Suddenly, a slow laugh played from the shadows. It was a male voice, wounded and tired, but somehow disdainful and mocking at the same time.

"Well congragulations boy. Now we have another self-righteous prick picking clean the carcass of this country."

A cough made him stop. From the dark, Sir Bryan and Vaughn could hear the faint sound of chains.

A second voice came in. Female, on the verge of tears:

"Please let me out! Why are you helping the lord of Harronheart? He was willing to pardon a murderer, only because we were the ones he tried to kill."
Ralph
Bryan ignored who's the first one to said his line, however Bryan couldn't ignore the second who came in as she mentioned about why he was helping them. *Ignorant fools,* He thought, clenching his fist tightly as a slight of frustration came upon him. "You plundered this village." He snapped, back at the girl. He was trying to his voice steady and low as possible. "The peoples of this village has suffered so hard from your damm brotherhood actions. The peoples that lived at this village has its much own right to coexist peacefully in their own place. " He exclaimed, looking at where the voice came from. 

"You think I'll just let you free just because of a nonsense reason?" He asked, looking at the directions around him where the other voices came from. " Think about what you guys has did. I don't think I need to explained that either." He stated.
Aaron
Vaughn, Harronheart Dungeon

As Vaughn heard the words from the prisoners a small shocked expression laid on his face. However, he couldn't help but to question the second bellow which sounded out to be a feminine voice. He turned quietly without saying a word. As he approached the cell gate he simply stood before going to his knees. He attempted to get a good look at this fellow. However, he didn't stand that close in case the prisoner had a plan of sorts. Although he felt a small bit of pity for the poor woman he just stood there as he aloud what happened to happen.
Dianne
The clouds outside the castle dissipated, allowing for the moonlight to fall over the prisioners.

In the center lied Erwan Cuberth, with his arms around his knees and no life in his eyes.
On the left was Marius Falke's shilouette, the glow of an eye burning with contempt could be seen on the left side of his face.
Noëlle Redlin was on the right. Her face had lost much of her beauty due to the bruises and the cold, but she didn't look as beaten as Erwan, and her voice was as silvery as ever.

"We did what we had to do to survive," She said. "We were cast aside by our families, and denied what was ours. Do you even know that this county is Lancel's? If only his father didn't refuse to aknowledge him, we could've come here in peace. But no, the old miser had to hang to it like a tick to a hog.
What did we do? We took bacj what what was ours. We fought to defend our own.
Nothing more."

Marius spoke from the other side of the cell:
"We are the Sable Brotherhood. We live in our own terms, by our own code, our own justice. We're free.
But you, who knows nothing but to bark about honor, as if this country had any, would not understand."

Unlike Redlin's words. Falke's were targeted specifically at Sir Brian. His gaze ignored Vaughn entirely.
Ralph
"Damm, I never knew you guys has a code that is ruining about peoples lives." He snapped back at them in a sarcastically tone as he looked around his surroundings, seeing the prisoners in their own cells as his vision get used to the dark environment around him. He didn't know how to respond it or not, he just felt it was stupid or sort to has such a code like this. He just kinda has that kind of impressions where he wanted to laugh or not. 

"If I said I were to ruined yours, would you be happy with that then?" He asked; It was an rheortical question for them and he was curious how would that they answer to him.
Dianne
Noëlle went back to the corner of her cell. She had spent all her tears earlier.

Marius didn't move. He answered Bryan's question, even though no one had asked him to:

"I would. We fight for own, don't we?
Exept this is not your fight. This feud is between Lancel, and his father. He has the brotherhood, the old cretin has his retainers and Shitbloods.

You don't belong here. You had no right to intervene."
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronkeep Dungeons

"But this is my country, this land is part of it. The place that I was born from." He pointed out. " And bound by the code of chivalry. I'm here to defend it as I has a right due to it." He answered, back to their "Champion" Or sort as he looked back at him. Slowly, he approaches his cells, one of his hand slowly grasp around one of the metal bar that held the cell together. 

"You said you served once in the Red Guard before," He pointed out, regarding about what he had during their duel before the Ibethelian army arrived. "Meaning you were a knight in the past. " He stated, looking at him with a calmful look on his face. "Why walk down this path? Plundering villages across the lands, and yet, you still speak of honor after all what you has done." He asked.
Dianne
"The is no honor. Not in chivalry. Protect the innocent, obey your liege... So many vows. As if you couldn't keep one without breaking the other.

I still remember the last thing I did as part of Ibbish army. My father, he... He had arranged for me to be part of the taskforce that would escort the Carbonells during the restoration. Called many favours for that. He thought I would look nice in the future paintings.

And there was the Carbonell kid... Cheston I think was his name. I don't remember well, but I do remember his face. I don't... I don't know if he was dumb or smart, but he made me swear that I would keep him safe. He said it was part of my knightly duty or something like that."

Marius had closed his eyes. His voice had begun to break. As if he were trying to rember a nightmare.

"He... He was scared. The kid thought... Knew, he was going to die. I... I knew that an execution was not planned. Had no idea the queen...

The Carbonells were brought in front of the gallows. I... Didn't think anything of it: It was all meant to be theatre. A way for the new queen to... Exile them as an... Act of mercy.

But then, the queen she...

You know what happened. You were not there, but I was: the people of Ibethiel cheering when a ten year old and his mother were hung.

I remember.

If the queen had told you to stand by as an innocent kid was hung alongside his mother, would you have done it? Would you have kept your honor then?" Falke's teeth were grinding against each other. "Would you have kept your oath to the people who laughed and cheered when they saw them spend their last moments in pain?"

He paused and took breath.

"I don't... Remember a lot after that, but my father said I... Disgraced the family by attacking the knights amidst the euphoria.

A fistfight he said. I... Don't remember it, but... Maybe. Who knows?
My point being..."

Marius had reopened his eyes. His gaze was once again alight with fury.

"That you call me dishonorable. But you're not more of a knight than I am. You simply never had to take a stand for anything."