Raine waits until they have cleared the area and all possible earshot before allowing some hint of emotion to strike his features. "Perhaps the ... individual ... responsible for that lapse of good judgement should present themselves. And explain to me precisely /how/ they plan for me to /not/ have to give up every sword we possess? In addition, perhaps that person would /also/ like to explain to me how they intend to avoid being /burned at the stake/?" Raine's black eyes have fire in them, and ice might have had more warmth than his tone as he looks around at those present and visible.