Karen
Goodwine Wallaice and Quinn
Outside Monustes, Northern Terresol

It was only when the Ser drew her sword that Quinn and Goodwine brought their attention back to Violet. In her barking and cursing, she had scared off her horse and caught the attention of the townspeople, although the latter had mostly lost interest by then. Quinn approached the two of them, crossbow drawn, although his expression was kind and patient.

"Hmph." Goodwine pursed his uneven lips and craned his neck backwards to look at Elsabet. A hand went up to his stubbled chin and rubbed it with thick, round fingers. Freckled cheeks pressed up into his beady eyes and he gave her a long, considered look, all the while digging his knee into the boy's back. He nodded slowly and stood, replacing the spot where his knee had been with the muddied underside of his boot. "Quinn, tell dis Mainlander _'ore_ dat I'd like to question 'im." He smiled at the knight with crooked, brown teeth. "Please." 

<"If it suits, Ser."Quinn approached the two and smiled, <"My partner believes that the boy knows more than he's letting on. If we could interrogate him for a few moments, try and figure out what the woman's business was on the Mainland, we'll let him go on his way, provided he hasn't aided her in any crimes.">

With a kind look that betraying nothing, Quinn placed a gingerly hand on the underside of the crossbow and raised the cold steel of the stirrup against Violet's thigh. The man leaned into her, nodding kindly and removing a hand from the crossbow only to draw her eyes up from the weapon and to his face.

_"Just breathe."_ Quinn smiled, _"The Pirate King has been dying to meet you."_ For just a moment, Quinn's smile tensed as he pulled the trigger. He had shot clean through the meat of her thigh and stuck diagonally in the dirt between the Knight's feet. A thick red river began to blossom down her thigh. The empty crossbow clattered to the dirt as he removed his black coat and began to wrap it around the leg. 

Without looking up to the Knight, he began to wrap the arms of his coat tight around the bloody wound. <"She's going to need help in the village. We need to find a healer."He stifled a small smile, <"I hope you've fed your dog. It'll get hungry with all this blood.">
Anna
Elsabet 
Outside Monustes

"You may question him all you like - if you unbind him and allow him to stand," Elsabet said, head tilted a little in warning,"Give the boy some dignity even if you haven't any-"

Suddenly a shot rang out from the man's crossbow - she assumed it was from his anyway, ("*Gods give me strength*") she hadn't been looking at his hands though the direction of the arrow came from there, dropping between her feet. Her eyes widened for a moment and she straightened her head, fixing a steady glare.

Cú had stood at attention for a moment, only to sit himself back down again when his master didn't move. The same dopey look on his face.

"Then you may go and fetch one," She told the man with all the coolness in her voice she could muster as the blood began to pool. For a moment, she put on a sweet smile,"I'm not leaving the boy so you can spirit him off - though I'm *Sure* Your intentions are *Wholly* Innocent - But you can understand my caution, yes?"

Her eyes flicked over to the boy on the ground again to ensure the brute above him wasn't doing any more harm to the poor kid. She'd like to slice the freckles from the man's smug face, especially after what he'd called her. '*Ore*. Occasionally some islanders would get drunk on bad rum and watered down ale in the pubs and though she never knew exactly what they were talking about she could recognise the venom they said that word with in her own tongues.

This '*Ore* Was a night of Terresol and she would *Not* Let down someone she was sure she could help.

"I won't be letting him leave the country alone."
Karen
Quinn and Goodwine Wallaice
Outside of Monustes, Northern Terresol

Quinn stood once the wound was bound. <"Carry her, I mean. We're all going together. Do you know of a healer?"If he had suspected that a bold through the thigh would get the Knight out of their business, he would have done it when she was walking up. 

Goodwine Wallaice dug his heel into the boy's back as the Knight continued to speak at him. Whatever she was saying, he didn't like her tone. When Quinn motioned for him to get off of the boy and stand him up, Goodwine wrenched him from the dirt by his hair and the collar of his shirt, twisting him in his grasp so that he could watch his face twist in pain. Whispery laughter puffed through the spaces in the man's imperfect lips and he leaned into the boy's ear, "Do ye' like all of your fingers, boy? Ye' spent enough time with that 'ore to understand me, I know it. Which onnayer fingers would you give up, if you 'ad to? I can make tha cut clean, I promise ya that." A growl came from his throat, at first a laugh, and then a sputtering cough. A slow, thick glob of spit came from the man's three lips, and fell at the boy's feet. Wide eyed and smiling, Goodwine looked towards the pair. 

"The boy is ready to go!" A thick hand pat the boy's shoulder as the two walked towards the rest of the group. 

<"We're ready to go.>" Quinn said, urging them towards the town.