<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Nocturne, please disregard the roll I sent you; I realized I don't have than many actions in a round  <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>   I'll make use of it next round if it's still applicable.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Isarr wrote:</cite>“We have surrendered. We will go quietly. Please…”</div></blockquote><br/>"In accordance with the laws of this land, I accept your surrender." After a quick glance over her shoulder to confirm Theron's safety, Alyssa steps forward to collect the pirate duo's remaining weapons while Mirage unweaves her spell. The disarmament, like the parley before it, is a mixed demonstration of competence and ingenuousness: each weapon is examined, mentally cataloged and, if necessary, relieved of ammunition before being laid out in a single neat row well out of Isarr's reach. The entire procedure is done quickly (as quickly as her shoulder will allow, at least), and by-the-book, if slightly stiltedly- a trained law officer would likely recognize the young tiefling's work as more rote memorization than practiced skill.<br/><br/>"I promise you my protection until we make landfall in Eva Heights," Alyssa states as she sets Isarr's last bolt next to the rest. "I'll explain your case to the authorities once we arrive. I'm sure that they'll take your willing surrender into account when handling..." Alyssa freezes as she spies the blackened patch left by Theron's firebomb on the cougar's forearm. The wounds don't appear deep, thankfully, but they must be painful nonetheless.<br/><br/>"Sir, your arm- will you be alright?" she asks, staring at Isarr with an expression of serious concern.