Sheri
*The Imperfect was stood outside the Silver-Blood Inn. The square was filled with onlookers... Guards, et cetera. There was scaffolding on which the Jarl stood.*

"Citizens... You will witness the distribution of justice today! No longer shall we live in fear of the Forsworn Savages, or their Silver-Blood handlers! They are Traitors... Conspiring against the people, for power! Wealth! They wished to see the city run red with your blood! You shall watch theirs drip!"

*He spoke in a loud, booming voice, but quickly quieted down, back to his soft, calm voice.*

"Regulus, please bring me Madanach first."
Sandra
"This oughta be somethin," He mumbles to himself, "Right away, sir!" With one hand on the hilt of his blade he pushes Madanach forward, "End of the line, friend." He takes a few steps back, "Feel like I shoulda brought a parasol." He murmurs
Jeremy
*He was gagged. They all were. He seemed to have come to terms with it. The arm of the Imperfect moved, Madanach stood on it. The arm moved above the head of the machine, and with a striking amount of speed, he was crushed. Blood dripped down, and his crushed, unrecognizable remains fell to the ground below, in a clear area. The crowd was cheering raucously, seeing him die. The next were the Silver-Bloods, all of them. Into the hand, then up, crushed into a bloody viscera. Next the agents... Three at a time, all nine, crushed to a paste, dropped to the ground.*

**"CITIZENS OF MARKARTH. BE NOT AFRAID. THIS IS A NEW AGE. THIS IS NCHUAND-ZEL."**

*It spoke with a robotic, deep voice. The crowd was silent after hearing it, previously wildly screaming and cheering.*
Sheri
*He went back on his balcony.*

"And so, that is the end of an era of Torment! Cidnha mine shall become a place to work, not for prisoners to slave away! We may now invest more in you, not fighting our enemies! I am proud to announce the cities rebirth... Nchuand-Zel... Shedding the Reach-Tongue name, and bringing forth innovation!"

*They cheered again. He returned to being calm again.*

"I would say i was rather persuasive."

*Byleth was singing something under his breath, but nobody could tell what it was. He was sitting on the side of the balcony with his legs hanging off, looking down at the crowd.*
Sandra
"Nocturnal's shadow..." He mumbles to himself, "That was... Vile. Disgusting, even." He retches, "Gods above. That was a display."
Sheri
"A display. A display of force... A necessary one. I don't intend to scare my people, but I need to show that I am the Jarl, and that I am the ruler. Not a Terrorist King, not a Nordic Crime Family. I cannot thank you enough."

*He turned to descend to the streets and mingle with his people. The public actually seemed rather pleased with it all. Mostly.*
Thomas
*He was looking down with a thousand yard stare. He was battling something in his mind, but humming to himself.

"The world was wash with seas of red, and yet the Wheel keeps turning."*
Sandra
He walks up to Byleth, "Is something bothering you?" He asks, his tone almost sincere, "You look conflicted. Imbalance doesn't befit a Clockwork Apostle."
Thomas
"Fate. Seht... Taught us that everything was predetermined. I suppose there was no avoiding that. It... It did not feel right."

*But this wasn't true. Maybe if he didn't have free will, if he were somehow programmed, and not in control of his actions. But he is... Seht's teaching is a false notion, and one can break from their fate.*

"It had to be done... I think he would be proud. Progress takes no moral stance."

*He very clearly looked up to Sotha Sil.*
Sandra
"Talk of fate and predetermination," He stumbles a bit over the word 'predetermination', "Is foolish. Sotha Sil was a wise man, but he was still just that, a man. Well, a mer, but you know what I mean. The Tribunal in all their power and glory still had the flaws of us mere mortals." He sighs, "People like to think that every path has already been written, that we're all bound by fate and prophecy, because it takes away a bit of the burden of mind, takes away blame."
Thomas
"That's what made them so personal... The flaws. Even if they couldn't handle the power... He saw himself in me i think. It's hard to break the things you've been taught and preached for... A thousand years. Gone now, though."

*He smirked.*

"I appreciate your words. Despite your nature... You're good. I can see it in you."

*He stood up from the balcony.*

"Now I have to get that thing out of here..."

*He stepped onto its shoulder. It began to move, surprisingly gracefully, and it didn't seem to damage anything. It climbed up the cliffs with Byleth until it stood, perched atop the Wellspring, looking down.*
Sandra
"Walk-Brass." He says to himself as he makes his way back into Understone Keep, "That's gonna put the Lady of the Night into a tizzy."