He looked about, before carefully pulling the shield braclet off and examining it. He shook his head before he carefully stored it, it would need to be repaired before being used again. He turned back to the others, and knelt down by the woman and child, carefully checking for a pulse, but it was immediately clear his initial guess had been right. The Brotherhood had lost four mages, but quite a number of civilians had been killed. Not a fiasco, but it wasn't a real victory.<br/><br/>He stood up and slowly limped to the dwarf and Frost, shaking his head slightly at the desperate, unspoken question in the man's eyes, not answering. "I missed the end there, what happened?"