Snow held him down, baring her teeth as a warning to the boy ensuring he doesn't move until Baraxan was able to get to him. Soon the oracle and a few guards had ran into the arena, Snow figured the oracle must have sensed something. Snow kept her eyes on the boy as the guards approached and the questions began, a general and older man approached as well who turned out to be the father of the attacker. The general demanded to know what was going on as he approached the group. They begun to explain the attack and the Shaman turned to his son in shame as he questioned.<br/><br/>The attacker seemed agitated as he responded roughly to his father, claiming that he shouldn't have bowed to Baraxan. The shaman simply shook his head and begun to explain to his son why things were the way they were. He looked to the general and told him to deal the punishment as he see fit. With that, the General thrust his sword into the chest of the attacker and all was done.<br/><br/>Snow turned her head the other way as the execution took place, feeling a bit sickened by the act. She knew it was what was done in most societies in this time but it never made it any easier. The ceremony ended in more drinking and Baraxan retreated early as usual, Snow following behind. When they reached the tent, She saw Baraxan motion for her to join him, she did. The nights were growing colder and she didn't mind keeping each other warm. She rested her jaw on his leg and laid with him peacefully, trying to unwind from the rather eventful day.