Giselle shrugs. "They get results," she said, though there was a definite tone of derision in her voice. "When a job needed a ruthless approach, they tended to get the call. Bunch of Ratcatchers, really. The old Baron would never have knighted them though. Greymantle, it seems, is not as concerned with whatever collateral damage his knights might cause."<br/><br/>Kasala quietly places a hand on Larissa's, regarding her lady with a sad expression. Giselle's face also softens beneath the scars, and she takes a moment from her duties to rest her elbows on the counter and look Larissa in the eye. "It was orcs, my lady," she said, though by her tone it was clear she hated giving this news. "One of my friends in the garrison had to dispose of the bodies in the aftermath of the attack."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry my lady," whispered Kasala.