Judy
*His hit would break the mage's rib, knocking him to the ground. Not dead, but he wasn't going to be fighting back. Dasil grabbed her own mace. It was covered in... Brain... And viscera. She was too. She approached Larios.*

"Don't kill this one. Find one of the ship ropes and tie him up."
Mary
He nods, "I doubt the rope hasn't been incinerated. Should be some chain there, though." He says approaching the ship
Judy
*Looking back at the snow it was like there wasn't even any white snow left. Red with pinkish bits everywhere. Entering the ship it was surprisingly lavish. There was some chain in a corner.*

"I'm going to check the Captains quarters for anything about why they were here. See if you can get him to say anything."
Mary
He grabs that chain, wrapping it around the mage and locking it with a lock Larios did not have the key to. He squats down, mace in hand, eye level with the mage, "What were you looking for here?" He asks in a calm but stern voice.
Judy
*He was selfish. He thought maybe he could be let go if he told the truth.*

"Goldbrand, that Sword the Emperor used when he defeated us. Well I put it too nicely... I dont have another way to put it. Boethiah's sword. Yes, that one."
Mary
He sighs, "Of course you fools were looking to use the Daedra. As if you learned nothing from Naarifin's failure." He says. He drags the mage to the ship, calling out to Dasil, "You were right, they were after Goldbrand!" He says, draining the mage's magicka again, "What do we do with him?"
Judy
"Their brief said the same thing."

*She tossed him the chain.*

"Use that. A Stormcloak patrol was shadowing us. They'll get him."

*She approached, looking at him. The only trace of humanity was her voice. She was just the armor. And that armor put pure fear into the mages eyes.*
Mary
He wraps even more chain around the mage, trapping his hands to his sides and locking his legs together. He walks to the battlefield and gives the dead Thalmor their rites. A wave of healing magic emanates from him, "I'm ready to leave when you are."
Judy
*The two stormcloaks that had been tailing them arrived on horseback finally.*

"By the gods... Did you do this?"

*They were adressing Larios."
Mary
"I did not." He says, "Most of the blood came from the Crusader." He says, the mace in his hand was almost completely clean of any blood, he points it to the Thalmor vessel, the mage is chained like a rabid animal just outside it, "One was left alive, you can take him for further questioning or prison, whatever you see fit."
Judy
*She addressed them.*

"Take him back to Windhelm. Pray Galmar doesn't kill him too fast."

*She already looked cleaner. Less blood. Odd.*

"Recognize this Cyrodiil for fighting against the Dominion. I dont want him to receive any trouble from us in our territory."
Mary
"I don't get much trouble from the people here. I'm a priest after all," He says, "But I thank you for your commendation, Dame." He bows his head, "If you are injured, please let me know."
Judy
"I'm fine. When you wear armor forged by the God's, you tend not to get injured."

*She removed her helmet and fastened it to her side.*

"I'll be going back to the City now. You could go with me, or them. Your choice."

*The Stormcloaks... STANK... Bad.*
Mary
"I'll go with you. I've seen enough Thalmor for today, I'd be glad to be away from them for some time."
Judy
"You said it."

*She motioned towards the stormcloaks to leave. They did. She walked towards her horse.*

"You fought well. I'll spare the recruitment talk, but you fought better than most Vigilants. Say, I've had a report from Riften stating *Immense* Daedric activity in a cave near Riften. Maybe you should give it a visit."
Mary
"It'd be a fools errand to go alone." He says, "I've heard of a few different rumors around The Rift. Some even say they heard rumors of Umbra around there." He says
Judy
*She mounted the horse.*

"Some say things end up... Congregating in areas of Strife. Things are waiting for action here. I fear it's going to get worse than war."

*She looked out towards the Throat of The World.*

"Maybe it's fate."